The alarm, running through the house like fire, caught the two gentlemen next.

Mr. Godfrey was the first to come out of his room.  All he did when he heard what had happened was to hold up his hands in a state of bewilderment, which didn’t say much for his natural strength of mind.  Mr. Franklin, whose clear head I had confidently counted on to advise us, seemed to be as helpless as his cousin when he heard the news in his turn.  For a wonder, he had had a good night’s rest at last; and the unaccustomed luxury of sleep had, as he said himself, apparently stupefied him.  However, when he had swallowed his cup of coffee—­which he always took, on the foreign plan, some hours before he ate any breakfast—­his brains brightened; the clear-headed side of him turned up, and he took the matter in hand, resolutely and cleverly, much as follows: 

He first sent for the servants, and told them to leave all the lower doors and windows (with the exception of the front door, which I had opened) exactly as they had been left when we locked up over night.  He next proposed to his cousin and to me to make quite sure, before we took any further steps, that the Diamond had not accidentally dropped somewhere out of sight—­say at the back of the cabinet, or down behind the table on which the cabinet stood.  Having searched in both places, and found nothing—­having also questioned Penelope, and discovered from her no more than the little she had already told me—­Mr. Franklin suggested next extending our inquiries to Miss Rachel, and sent Penelope to knock at her bed-room door.

My lady answered the knock, and closed the door behind her.  The moment after we heard it locked inside by Miss Rachel.  My mistress came out among us, looking sorely puzzled and distressed.  “The loss of the Diamond seems to have quite overwhelmed Rachel,” she said, in reply to Mr. Franklin.  “She shrinks, in the strangest manner, from speaking of it, even to me.  It is impossible you can see her for the present.”  Having added to our perplexities by this account of Miss Rachel, my lady, after a little effort, recovered her usual composure, and acted with her usual decision.

“I suppose there is no help for it?” she said, quietly.  “I suppose I have no alternative but to send for the police?”

“And the first thing for the police to do,” added Mr. Franklin, catching her up, “is to lay hands on the Indian jugglers who performed here last night.”

My lady and Mr. Godfrey (not knowing what Mr. Franklin and I knew) both started, and both looked surprised.

“I can’t stop to explain myself now,” Mr. Franklin went on.  “I can only tell you that the Indians have certainly stolen the Diamond.  Give me a letter of introduction,” says he, addressing my lady, “to one of the magistrates at Frizinghall—­merely telling him that I represent your interests and wishes, and let me ride off with it instantly.  Our chance of catching the thieves may depend on our not wasting one unnecessary minute.” (Nota bene:  Whether it was the French side or the English, the right side of Mr. Franklin seemed to be uppermost now.  The only question was, How long would it last?)