“I recovered the use of my tongue at that.  ’Do you mean to say Mr. Franklin will go with her?’ I asked.

“’Only too gladly, if she would let him; but she won’t.  He has been made to feel her temper; he is in her black books too—­and that after having done all he can to help her, poor fellow!  No! no!  If they don’t make it up before to-morrow, you will see Miss Rachel go one way, and Mr. Franklin another.  Where he may betake himself to I can’t say.  But he will never stay here, Rosanna, after Miss Rachel has left us.’

“I managed to master the despair I felt at the prospect of your going away.  To own the truth, I saw a little glimpse of hope for myself if there was really a serious disagreement between Miss Rachel and you.  ’Do you know,’ I asked, ‘what the quarrel is between them?’

“‘It is all on Miss Rachel’s side,’ Penelope said.  ’And, for anything I know to the contrary, it’s all Miss Rachel’s temper, and nothing else.  I am loth to distress you, Rosanna; but don’t run away with the notion that Mr. Franklin is ever likely to quarrel with her.  He’s a great deal too fond of her for that!’

“She had only just spoken those cruel words when there came a call to us from Mr. Betteredge.  All the indoor servants were to assemble in the hall.  And then we were to go in, one by one, and be questioned in Mr. Betteredge’s room by Sergeant Cuff.

“It came to my turn to go in, after her ladyship’s maid and the upper housemaid had been questioned first.  Sergeant Cuff’s inquiries—­though he wrapped them up very cunningly—­soon showed me that those two women (the bitterest enemies I had in the house) had made their discoveries outside my door, on the Tuesday afternoon, and again on the Thursday night.  They had told the Sergeant enough to open his eyes to some part of the truth.  He rightly believed me to have made a new nightgown secretly, but he wrongly believed the paint-stained nightgown to be mine.  I felt satisfied of another thing, from what he said, which it puzzled me to understand.  He suspected me, of course, of being concerned in the disappearance of the Diamond.  But, at the same time, he let me see—­purposely, as I thought—­that he did not consider me as the person chiefly answerable for the loss of the jewel.  He appeared to think that I had been acting under the direction of somebody else.  Who that person might be, I couldn’t guess then, and can’t guess now.

“In this uncertainty, one thing was plain—­that Sergeant Cuff was miles away from knowing the whole truth.  You were safe as long as the nightgown was safe—­and not a moment longer.

“I quite despair of making you understand the distress and terror which pressed upon me now.  It was impossible for me to risk wearing your nightgown any longer.  I might find myself taken off, at a moment’s notice, to the police court at Frizinghall, to be charged on suspicion, and searched accordingly.  While Sergeant Cuff still left me free, I had to choose—­and at once—­between destroying the nightgown, or hiding it in some safe place, at some safe distance from the house.