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It was Mr. Franklin's turn to be astonished now.

"Is it really as serious as that?" he asked.

"In my opinion it is," answered Mr. Murthwaite. "I can't doubt, after

what you have told me, that the restoration of the Moonstone to

its place on the forehead of the Indian idol, is the motive and the

justification of that sacrifice of caste which I alluded to just now.

Those men will wait their opportunity with the patience of cats, and

will use it with the ferocity of tigers. How you have escaped them I

can't imagine," says the eminent traveller, lighting his cheroot again,

and staring hard at Mr. Franklin. "You have been carrying the Diamond

backwards and forwards, here and in London, and you are still a living

man! Let us try and account for it. It was daylight, both times, I

suppose, when you took the jewel out of the bank in London?"

"Broad daylight," says Mr. Franklin.

"And plenty of people in the streets?"

"Plenty."

"You settled, of course, to arrive at Lady Verinder's house at a certain

time? It's a lonely country between this and the station. Did you keep

your appointment?"

"No. I arrived four hours earlier than my appointment."

"I beg to congratulate you on that proceeding! When did you take the

Diamond to the bank at the town here?"

"I took it an hour after I had brought it to this house--and three hours

before anybody was prepared for seeing me in these parts."

"I beg to congratulate you again! Did you bring it back here alone?"

"No. I happened to ride back with my cousins and the groom."

"I beg to congratulate you for the third time! If you ever feel inclined

to travel beyond the civilised limits, Mr. Blake, let me know, and I

will go with you. You are a lucky man."

Here I struck in. This sort of thing didn't at all square with my

English ideas.

"You don't really mean to say, sir," I asked, "that they would have

taken Mr. Franklin's life, to get their Diamond, if he had given them

the chance?"

"Do you smoke, Mr. Betteredge?" says the traveller.

"Yes, sir.

"Do you care much for the ashes left in your pipe when you empty it?"

"No, sir."

"In the country those men came from, they care just as much about

killing a man, as you care about emptying the ashes out of your pipe.

If a thousand lives stood between them and the getting back of their

Diamond--and if they thought they could destroy those lives without

discovery--they would take them all. The sacrifice of caste is a serious

thing in India, if you like. The sacrifice of life is nothing at all."

I expressed my opinion upon this, that they were a set of murdering

thieves. Mr. Murthwaite expressed HIS opinion that they were a wonderful

people. Mr. Franklin, expressing no opinion at all, brought us back to

the matter in hand.