Under those circumstances, what takes place next?

You exasperate Mr. Candy, the doctor, on the sore subject of his profession; and he plays you a practical joke, in return, with a dose of laudanum.  He trusts the administration of the dose, prepared in a little phial, to Mr. Godfrey Ablewhite—­who has himself confessed the share he had in the matter, under circumstances which shall presently be related to you.  Mr. Godfrey is all the readier to enter into the conspiracy, having himself suffered from your sharp tongue in the course of the evening.  He joins Betteredge in persuading you to drink a little brandy and water before you go to bed.  He privately drops the dose of laudanum into your cold grog.  And you drink the mixture.

Let us now shift the scene, if you please to Mr. Luker’s house at Lambeth.  And allow me to remark, by way of preface, that Mr. Bruff and I, together, have found a means of forcing the money-lender to make a clean breast of it.  We have carefully sifted the statement he has addressed to us; and here it is at your service.

IV

Late on the evening of Friday, the twenty-third of June (’forty-eight), Mr. Luker was surprised by a visit from Mr. Godfrey Ablewhite.  He was more than surprised, when Mr. Godfrey produced the Moonstone.  No such Diamond (according to Mr. Luker’s experience) was in the possession of any private person in Europe.

Mr. Godfrey Ablewhite had two modest proposals to make, in relation to this magnificent gem.  First, Would Mr. Luker be so good as to buy it?  Secondly, Would Mr. Luker (in default of seeing his way to the purchase) undertake to sell it on commission, and to pay a sum down, on the anticipated result?

Mr. Luker tested the Diamond, weighed the Diamond and estimated the value of the Diamond, before he answered a word.  His estimate (allowing for the flaw in the stone) was thirty thousand pounds.

Having reached that result, Mr. Luker opened his lips, and put a question:  “How did you come by this?” Only six words!  But what volumes of meaning in them!

Mr. Godfrey Ablewhite began a story.  Mr. Luker opened his lips again, and only said three words, this time.  “That won’t do!”

Mr. Godfrey Ablewhite began another story.  Mr. Luker wasted no more words on him.  He got up, and rang the bell for the servant to show the gentleman out.

Upon this compulsion, Mr. Godfrey made an effort, and came out with a new and amended version of the affair, to the following effect.

After privately slipping the laudanum into your brandy and water, he wished you good night, and went into his own room.  It was the next room to yours; and the two had a door of communication between them.  On entering his own room Mr. Godfrey (as he supposed) closed his door.  His money troubles kept him awake.  He sat, in his dressing-gown and slippers, for nearly an hour, thinking over his position.  Just as he was preparing to get into bed, he heard you, talking to yourself, in your own room, and going to the door of communication, found that he had not shut it as he supposed.