“N.B.—­This communication is secret and confidential.  All expenses
     paid.  Do not on any account fail to come.  I will be at the Newby
     Bridge Hotel on Thursday morning at eleven.”

This letter he addressed, “Mr. James Madgin, Royal Tabard Theatre, Southwark, London.”  Having posted it with his own hands, he went for a long, solitary ramble among the hills.  He wanted to think out and elaborate the great scheme that had unfolded itself before his dazzled eyes while the landlord was talking to him.  He had seen the whole compass of it at a glance; he wanted now to consider it in detail.  There was an elation in his eye and an elasticity in his tread that made him seem ten years younger than on the previous day.

He had requested the landlord to tell Mr. Cleon what steps he was about to take with the view of supplying M. Platzoff with a new footman.  In these proceedings the mulatto acquiesced ungraciously.  Truth to tell, he was bored by Mr. Deedes and his friendly officiousness, and although secretly glad that the trouble of hunting out a new servant had been taken off his hands, he was not a man willingly to acknowledge his obligations to another.

Mr. Deedes set out immediately after breakfast on Thursday morning, and having walked to the Ferry Hotel, he took the steamer from that place to Newby Bridge.  Mr. James Jasmin was at the landing-stage, awaiting his arrival.  After shaking hands heartily, and inquiring as to each other’s health, the two wandered off arm-in-arm down one of the quiet country roads.  Then Mr. Deedes explained to Mr. Jasmin his reasons for sending for him from London, and with what view he was desirous of introducing him into Bon Repos.  The younger man listened attentively.  When the elder one had done, he said: 

“Father, this is a very pretty scheme of yours; but it seems to me that I am to be nothing more than a cat’s-paw in the affair.  You have only given me half your confidence.  You must give me the whole of it before I can agree to act as you wish.  I want to hear the whole history of the case, and how you came to be mixed up in it.  Further, I want to know how much Lady Chillington intends to give you in case you succeed in getting back the diamond, and what my share of the recompense is to be?”

“Dear, dear! what a headstrong boy you are!” moaned Mr. Deedes.  “Why can’t you be content with what I tell you, and leave the rest to me?”

The younger man made no reply in words, but turned abruptly on his heel and began to walk back.

“James!  James!” cried the old man, catching his son by the coat tails, “do not go off in that way.  It shall be as you wish.  I will tell you everything.  You headstrong boy!  Do you want to break your poor father’s heart?”

“Break your fiddlestick!” said Mr. Jasmin, irreverently.  “Let us sit down on this green bank, and you shall tell me all about the Diamond while I try the quality of these cigars.  I am all attention.”