“My other way,” said the Sergeant, going on as easy as ever, “is to try that bold experiment to which I have alluded.  I think I have formed a pretty correct estimate of Miss Verinder’s temperament.  She is quite capable (according to my belief) of committing a daring fraud.  But she is too hot and impetuous in temper, and too little accustomed to deceit as a habit, to act the hypocrite in small things, and to restrain herself under all provocations.  Her feelings, in this case, have repeatedly got beyond her control, at the very time when it was plainly her interest to conceal them.  It is on this peculiarity in her character that I now propose to act.  I want to give her a great shock suddenly, under circumstances that will touch her to the quick.  In plain English, I want to tell Miss Verinder, without a word of warning, of Rosanna’s death—­on the chance that her own better feelings will hurry her into making a clean breast of it.  Does your ladyship accept that alternative?”

My mistress astonished me beyond all power of expression.  She answered him on the instant: 

“Yes; I do.”

“The pony-chaise is ready,” said the Sergeant.  “I wish your ladyship good morning.”

My lady held up her hand, and stopped him at the door.

“My daughter’s better feelings shall be appealed to, as you propose,” she said.  “But I claim the right, as her mother, of putting her to the test myself.  You will remain here, if you please; and I will go to Frizinghall.”

For once in his life, the great Cuff stood speechless with amazement, like an ordinary man.

My mistress rang the bell, and ordered her water-proof things.  It was still pouring with rain; and the close carriage had gone, as you know, with Miss Rachel to Frizinghall.  I tried to dissuade her ladyship from facing the severity of the weather.  Quite useless!  I asked leave to go with her, and hold the umbrella.  She wouldn’t hear of it.  The pony-chaise came round, with the groom in charge.  “You may rely on two things,” she said to Sergeant Cuff, in the hall.  “I will try the experiment on Miss Verinder as boldly as you could try it yourself.  And I will inform you of the result, either personally or by letter, before the last train leaves for London to-night.”

With that, she stepped into the chaise, and, taking the reins herself, drove off to Frizinghall.

CHAPTER XXII

My mistress having left us, I had leisure to think of Sergeant Cuff.  I found him sitting in a snug corner of the hall, consulting his memorandum book, and curling up viciously at the corners of the lips.

“Making notes of the case?” I asked.

“No,” said the Sergeant.  “Looking to see what my next professional engagement is.”

“Oh!” I said.  “You think it’s all over then, here?”

“I think,” answered Sergeant Cuff, “that Lady Verinder is one of the cleverest women in England.  I also think a rose much better worth looking at than a diamond.  Where is the gardener, Mr. Betteredge?”