He was greatly struck by the
experiment--it was something entirely new in his experience. And he was
particularly interested in the theory of Ezra Jennings, relating to what
I had done with the Diamond, after I had left Rachel's sitting-room, on
the birthday night.
"I don't hold with Mr. Jennings that you hid the Moonstone," said
Sergeant Cuff. "But I agree with him, that you must certainly have taken
it back to your own room."
"Well?" I asked. "And what happened then?"
"Have you no suspicion yourself of what happened, sir?"
"None whatever."
"Has Mr. Bruff no suspicion?"
"No more than I have."
Sergeant Cuff rose, and went to my writing-table. He came back with a
sealed envelope. It was marked "Private;" it was addressed to me; and it
had the Sergeant's signature in the corner.
"I suspected the wrong person, last year," he said: "and I may be
suspecting the wrong person now. Wait to open the envelope, Mr. Blake,
till you have got at the truth. And then compare the name of the guilty
person, with the name that I have written in that sealed letter."
I put the letter into my pocket--and then asked for the Sergeant's
opinion of the measures which we had taken at the bank.
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