Having, then, taken my drop (bless you! you have got your favourite vice, too; only your vice isn't mine, and mine isn't yours), I next applied the one infallible remedy -- that remedy being, as you know, Robinson Crusoe.Where I opened that unrivalled book, I can't say.Where the lines of print at last left off running into each other, I know, however, perfectly well.It was at page three hundred and eighteen -- a domestic bit concerning Robinson Crusoe's marriage, as follows:
`With those Thoughts, I considered my new Engagement, that I had a Wife'
-- (Observe! so had Mr.Franklin!) -- `one Child born' -- (Observe again!
that might yet be Mr.Franklin's case, too!)--`and my Wife then'--What Robinson Crusoe's wife did, or did not do, `then,' I felt no desire to discover.I scored the bit about the Child with my pencil, and put a morsel of paper for a mark to keep the place; `Lie you there,' I said, `till the marriage of Mr.Franklin and Miss Rachel is some months older -- and then we'll see!'
The months passed (more than I had bargained for), and no occasion presented itself for disturbing that mark in the book.It was not till this present month of November, eighteen hundred and fifty, that Mr.Franklin came into my room, in high good spirits, and said, `Betteredge! I have got some news for you! Something is going to happen in the house, before we are many months older.'
`Does it concern the family, sir?' I asked.
`It decidedly concerns the family,' says Mr.Franklin.
`Has your good lady anything to do with it, if you please, sir?'
`She has a great deal to do with it,' says Mr.Franklin, beginning to look a little surprised.
`You needn't say a word more, sir,' I answered.`God bless you both!
I'm heartily glad to hear it.'
Mr.Franklin stared like a person thunderstruck.`May I venture to inquire where you got your information?' he asked.`I only got mine (imparted in the strictest secrecy) five minutes since.'
Here was an opportunity of producing Robinson Crusoe ! Here was a chance of reading that domestic bit about the child which I had marked on the day of Mr.Franklin's marriage! I read those miraculous words with an emphasis which did them justice, and then I looked him severely in the face.` Now , sir, do you believe in Robinson Crusoe ?' I asked, with a solemnity suitable to the occasion.
`Betteredge!' says Mr.Franklin, with equal solemnity, `I'm convinced at last.' He shook hands with me -- and I felt that I had converted him.
With the relation of this extraordinary circumstance, my reappearance in these pages comes to an end.Let nobody laugh at the unique anecdote here related.You are welcome to be as merry as you please over everything else I have written.But when I write of Robinson Crusoe , by the Lord it's serious -- and I request you to take it accordingly!
When this is said, all is said.Ladies and gentlemen, I make my bow, and shut up the story.
[Next Chapter] [Table of Contents]The Moonstone: Epilogue[Previous Chapter] [Table of Contents]EPILOGUE THE FINDING OF THE DIAMONDI THE STATEMENT OF SERGEANT CUFF'S MAN (1849)O N the twenty-seventh of June last, I received instructions from Sergeant Cuff to follow three men; suspected of murder, and described as Indians.They had been seen on the Tower Wharf that morning, embarking on board the steamer bound for Rotterdam.
I left London by a steamer belonging to another company, which sailed on the morning of Thursday the twenty-eighth.Arriving at Rotterdam, Isucceeded in finding the commander of the Wednesday's steamer.He informed me that the Indians had certainly been passengers on board his vessel --but as far as Gravesend only.Off that place, one of the three had inquired at what time they would reach Calais.On being informed that the steamer was bound to Rotterdam, the spokesman of the party expressed the greatest surprise and distress at the mistake which he and his two friends had made.
They were all willing (he said) to sacrifice their passage money, if the commander of the steamer would only put them ashore.Commiserating their position, as foreigners in a strange land, and knowing no reason for detaining them, the commander signalled for a shore boat, and the three men left the vessel.
This proceeding of the Indians having been plainly resolved on beforehand, as a means of preventing their being traced, I lost no time in returning to England.I left the steamer at Gravesend, and discovered that the Indians had gone from that place to London.Thence, I again traced them as having left for Plymouth.Inquiries made at Plymouth proved that they had sailed, forty-eight hours previously, in the Bewley Castle , East Indiaman, bound direct to Bombay.
On receiving this intelligence, Sergeant Cuff caused the authorities at Bombay to be communicated with, overland -- so that the vessel might be boarded by the police immediately on her entering the port.This step having been taken, my connection with the matter came to an end.I have heard nothing more of it since that time.II THE STATEMENT OF THE CAPTAIN (1849)I' AM requested by Sergeant Cuff to set in writing certain facts, concerning three men (believed to be Hindoos) who were passengers, last summer, in the ship Bewley Castle , bound for Bombay direct, under my command.
The Hindoos joined us at Plymouth.On the passage out I heard no complaint of their conduct.They were berthed in the forward part of the vessel.
I had but few occasions myself of personally noticing them.
In the latter part of the voyage, we had the misfortune to be becalmed for three days and nights, off the coast of India.I have not got the ship's journal to refer to, and I cannot now call to mind the latitude and longitude.
As to our position, therefore, I am only able to state generally that the currents drifted us in towards the land, and that when the wind found us again, we reached our port in twenty-four hours afterwards.
