`What I was about, while the household believed me to be lying down in my own room; and how I spent the night, after shamming ill again at tea-time, and having been sent up to bed, there is no need to tell you.
Sergeant Cuff discovered that much, if he discovered nothing more.And I can guess how.I was detected (though I kept my veil down) in the draper's shop at Frizinghall.There was a glass in front of me, at the counter where I was buying the longcloth; and--in that glass--I saw one of the shopmen point to my shoulder and whisper to another.At night again, when I was secretly at work, locked into my room, I heard the breathing of the women-servants who suspected me, outside my door.
`It didn't matter then; it doesn't matter now.On the Friday morning, hours before Sergeant Cuff entered the house, there was the new nightgown--to make up your number in place of the nightgown that I had got--made, wrung out, dried, ironed, marked, and folded as the laundry woman folded all the others, safe in your drawer.There was no fear (if the linen in the house was examined) of the newness of the nightgown betraying me.All your underclothing had been renewed, when you came to our house--I suppose on your return home from foreign parts.
`The next thing was the arrival of Sergeant Cuff; and the next great surprise was the announcement of what he thought about the smear on the door.
`I had believed you to be guilty (as I have owned) more because I wanted you to be guilty than for any other reason.And now, the Sergeant had come round by a totally different way to the same conclusion (respecting the nightgown) as mine! And I had got the dress that was the only proof against you! And not a living creature knew it--yourself included! I am afraid to tell you how I felt when I called these things to mind--you would hate my memory for ever afterwards.'
At that place, Betteredge looked up from the letter.
`Not a glimmer of light so far, Mr.Franklin,' said the old man, taking off his heavy tortoiseshell spectacles, and pushing Rosanna Spearman's confession a little away from him.`Have you come to any conclusion, sir, in your own mind, while I have been reading?"`Finish the letter first, Betteredge; there may be something to enlighten us at the end of it.I shall have a word or two to say to you after that.'
`Very good, sir.I'll just rest my eyes, and then I'll go on again.
In the meantime, Mr.Franklin--I don't want to hurry you--but would you mind telling me, in one word, whether you see your way out of this dreadful mess yet?'
`I see my way back to London,' I said, `to consult Mr.Bruff.If he can't help me--'
`Yes, sir?'
`And if the Sergeant won't leave his retirement at Dorking--'
`He won't, Mr.Franklin!'
`Then, Betteredge--as far as I can see now--I am at the end of my resources.
After Mr.Bruff and the Sergeant, I don't know of a living creature who can be of the slightest use to me.'
As the words passed my lips, some person outside knocked at the door of the room.
Betteredge looked surprised as well as annoyed by the interruption.
`Come in,' he called out irritably, `whoever you are!'