All language subtitles for The Moonstone [1972] E02.english

Now, you say you were the first person
to discover the robbery?

Yes, sir.

In that case, you may be in very serious trouble.

Your only hope is to attend me -
and mind you speak the truth.

- I've never been taught to tell lies, sir!
- Penelope...

And if my own father can stand there
and hear me accused of lies and thieving and...

my character taken away -

which is all a poor girl has left -

he's not the good father I take him for!

Slow that tongue of yours down to a canter
and answer the superintendent's questions!

- No-one's accused you of anything.
- Yet.

What?

You say you were present when Miss Verinder
placed the jewel in this cabinet.

PENELOPE: Yes.
- What time was that?

- 11 o'clock.
- Sir.

Sir.

- And then?
- I assisted Miss Rachel, then went to my room.

And stayed there?

That is what my room is for...

Sir.

Come to this morning.

I came up to wake Miss Rachel as usual.

The first thing I noticed was
that the drawer of the cabinet was open

and the diamond gone.

- Then you notified Miss Verinder?
- No, she knew already.

I turned round and she was standing there
in the doorway of her room.

Her face was as white as chalk.

She said to me,

"The diamond is gone."

Then she went back into her room,

closed the door and locked it.

- She in there now?
- Yes, sir.

Her ladyship is with her.

Your ladyship.

- You, no doubt, are Superintendent Seegrave.
- At your ladyship's service.

You'll be pleased to learn that my investigations
are firmly in hand.

- If I could have a word with Miss Verinder...
- My daughter is overwhelmed

by the loss of her diamond.

She refuses to speak of it, even to me.

It will be impossible for you to see her
for the present.

I'm afraid I must insist...

Miss Verinder? I must speak with you.

I have nothing to tell you.

I cannot see anyone.

(Clears throat) Our first concern must be
if the diamond has been truly stolen,

not merely mislaid
through the carelessness of a servant.

- This room must be searched, top to bottom.
- I did that, sir,

when I found that the diamond was missing.

This time, the search will be
under my supervision.

Well, come, girl. Busy yourself.

We'll start with the... carpet.

- You have seen her?
- I have.

- Well?
- I cannot understand her.

Sometimes she behaves differently
from other girls. It is her way.

But never have I seen her so reserved,

so strange as she is now.

The loss of the jewel
seems almost to have turned her brain.

Who would have thought that terrible diamond

could have laid such a hold on her
in so short a time?

You know she's refused to see me?

Yes... and still will not.

- Did she give a reason?
- None.

The events of the night
are surely reason enough.

She'll come to herself presently,

when the diamond is found.

I fear I was mistaken
in going to the police at Frizinghall.

Superintendent Seegrave
will be of no earthly use to us.

- The man is an ass!
- I thought him a most competent person.

Then why has he arrested the three
Indian jugglers who were here last night?

- Is this true?
- They're locked up at Frizinghall.

- Of course, there's the answer!
- I think not.

Franklin...

Every door and window was bolted or barred.

This morning, nothing had been altered.

No-one could have got into or out of this house
during the night.

Whoever took the diamond,
I cannot believe it was the Indians.

What are you saying?

Do you realise that leaves one of the servants...

..or one of us?

Franklin, such an idea is unspeakable.

{Knock at door)

(Whispering)

- Tell him what you think. Come on.
- If you please, sir...

What is all this?

Did I send for any of you?

If you please,
sir, there's a policeman on the stairs

and he will not let us pass to our rooms.

He is my man and he's obeying my orders.

Well, in that case, sir,

we should all be very much obliged

if you would have the kindness
to say which of us you suspect, at once!

I cannot believe my ears!

Go downstairs this instant, every one of you.

Look!

Look what mischief
some of your petticoats have done already.

Oh, Miss Rachel's beautiful painting!

Do you hear me? Clear out!

- Clear out, I say...
- Miss Rachel!

Mr Franklin Blake sent you
with a message to me this morning?

- Yes, Miss.
- He wished to speak to me?

- Yes, Miss.
- Where is he now?

I think in the library, Miss Rachel.

Miss Verinder, I have several quest...

You hear me? I said clear out!

Clear out!

Aunt Julia, with your permission,
I shall telegraph my father.

He knows the Chief Commissioner of police.

And the Commissioner can lay his hand
on the right person to solve this mystery.

The longer Superintendent See...

JULIA: Rachel!
GODFREY: There, what did I tell you?

- My dear Rachel!
- I wish to talk to Franklin.

Most willingly.

Alone.

If you'll excuse me.

Was that my daughter or a stranger?

What a time for secrets!

RACHEL: Franklin, what have you to say to me?

What can I say? I'm truly sorry, of course.

It may be that the superintendent
will find the diamond, but I intend to...

Is that all you have to say?

- You wish for reassurance.
- I wish for the truth!

Now, before it is too late!

I could forgive you much, Franklin.

Forgive?

I ask you for the last time.

What have you to tell me?

Nothing! If I knew what you...

Rachel!

(Sighs)

- Sir...
- Yes?

Your ring, sir.
I found it on the floor of your bedroom.

Oh. I should have hated to lose it. Thank you.

This is a strange thing about the diamond, sir.

- Yes.
- They'll never find it, will they?

- Why do you suppose...
- Nor the person who took it.

I'll answer for that.

That girl address herself to you, Mr Franklin?

She found my ring. I must have mislaid it.

She'd no business speaking to you.

- I'll have a word with her.
- No!

Don't do that.

- I want you to keep an eye on her, Betteredge.
- On Rosanna, sir?

She said the diamond would never be found.

Nor the thief.

Either that girl's head is not quite right,

or she knows more about this business
than she ought to know.

Watch her.

But for now, will you have the groom saddle me
a horse? I wish to telegraph from the station.

I'll attend to it, sir.

Mr Franklin...

- Yes?
- The superintendent, sir...

I fear, believes my girl is the thief.

- Penelope?
- A more honest girl, sir...

Do not concern yourself
with Superintendent Seegrave or his opinions.

I intend that we shall not be troubled
with his presence for much longer.

If I have my way, another two days
should see the end of this mystery.

Driver, stop. Stop here.

Oh, do come in.

You're not intruding.

I thought you intended to leave today.

I still do.

I regret being obliged to leave
my aunt and Rachel at this anxious time,

but there's no help for it.

I have to lecture to a ladies' charity on Saturday,
so I must catch the evening train at the latest.

Er... my lecture notes.

Rachel still remains in her room.

Yes, I know.

Perhaps she'll come down later
to say goodbye to me.

I had intended to leave this morning.

I'm curious to see your... clever London detective
and what he makes of the case.

What's his name?

Cuff.

Sergeant Cuff.

They do say that,
when it comes to solving a mystery,

there isn't his equal in England.

Oh, pretty dear...

Blush roses and white roses,
they always mix well together.

But these oughtn't to be gravel walks.

Grass, Mr Gardener.
Grass walks between your roses.

Gravel's too hard for them.

Might I ask your business here, sir?

I'm Sergeant Cuff.

Ooh. Oh, I beg your pardon, sir.

- I'll take you to her ladyship.
- Thank you.

You seem to be fond of roses, Sergeant.

As much as I can be fond of anything.

But if I have a moment's fondness to bestow,
the roses get it.

One of these days, please God,
I shall retire from catching thieves

and try my hand at growing roses.

And there'll be grass walks between my beds,
Mr Gardener!

Every living soul under this roof
has been questioned by me, Sergeant,

except for Miss Verinder -
a most unforthcoming young woman.

And all their belongings searched
most rigorously.

All whose belongings, Superintendent?

Why, the servants'.

It seems that the Indians,
at present under lock and key at Frizinghall,

could not have committed the theft.

I put my money on the servant Betteredge.

The house steward?

The daughter - an impertinent strap,

and the last person to see the diamond

and the first person to raise the alarm.

If you will be guided by me, Sergeant...

I should like to see Miss Verinder's sitting room.

Most certainly.

Sergeant Cuff, my name is Blake.

It was my father
who asked the Chief Commissioner.

Ah, yes. I'm glad to meet you, Mr Blake.

Accompany us, if you have a mind to.

SEEGRAVE: There are no revelations
in store for you, Sergeant.

I searched this room myself,

from floor to ceiling.

FRANKLIN: Miss Verinder
has hardly left her room since the robbery.

That's a pity.

How did it happen?

The female servants flocked in here
on the morning of the theft.

The petticoats did it, Sergeant.

- The petticoats.
- And did you notice which petticoat did it?

Oh, I can't charge my memory.

A trifle. A mere trifle.

Superintendent, in all my experience
along the dirtiest ways of this dirty little world,

I have never met
with such a thing as a "trifle” yet.

Before we go a step further in this business,

we must see the petticoat that made the smear

and we must know for certain
when that paint was wet.

What o'clock was it when the servants
were in this room yesterday morning?

I should say 11 o'clock.

Is there anyone in the house who knows
if the paint was wet or dry at that time?

FRANKLIN: I know.

That door was painted by Miss Verinder,
with my help,

and in a medium of my own composition.

The medium dries, whatever colours
may be used with it, in 18 hours.

Do you remember
when that part of the door was done?

Perfectly.
It was the last morsel of the door to be finished.

I myself completed it at midday on Wednesday.

Today is Friday. Let's reckon back.

Midday on Wednesday,
that bit of the painting was done.

Medium dries in 18 hours.

That is to say,
by six o'clock on Thursday morning.

That paint had been five hours dry,
Mr Superintendent,

when you supposed
the servants' petticoats smeared it.

It's quite on the cards.
You've put the clue into our hands.

(Door opens)

Did you say that Mr Blake
had put the clue into your hands?

SEEGRAVE: This is Miss Verinder, Sergeant.

Are you another police officer?

I am Sergeant Cuff, Miss,
of the Detective Police.

Do you think a young lady's advice
worth having?

CUFF: I should be glad to hear it, Miss.

Do your duty by yourself...

and don't allow Mr Franklin Blake to help you!

Rachel!

CUFF: Thank you, Miss. Do you happen to know
anything about the smeared paint on this door?

Might you have done it yourself
by accident, Miss?

I know nothing about the smear.

(Door closes)

CUFF: Don't take on it sir.

A young woman's tongue
is a privileged member.

There's no skin mark here.

This was not done by a human hand,

but by a loose article of somebody's dress
touching it.

Who were the last persons in this room
on Wednesday night?

SEEGRAVE: Miss Verinder.
- And her maid. I should like to see her.

Ah, I see we're of a mind, sir.

There's your thief. I'll lead you to her. Follow me.

And I noticed a bit of paint, particularly
because it was the last to be done.

And it was not smeared
when I wished my young lady good night.

I knew it was wet, so I took great pains
to avoid it going out.

If you doubt my word, you can see
if there's a stain on the dress I was wearing.

And if there is, I'll..I'll work for a year
without wages.

Admirable.

Would it be convenient for me
to have the washing book?

The stained article of dress, if such does exist,

may be an article of linen.

I want to be able to account
for all the linen in the house

- and for all the linen sent to the wash.
- Rosanna keeps the book, sir. I'll fetch it.

CUFF: Thank you.

Aren't you going to take her? Now is the time.

CUFF: Superintendent,
we have three discoveries to make.

Find out first what is the article of dress
with the smear of paint upon it,

find out second who that dress belongs to,

find out third how the person can account
for having been in the room

and smeared the paint.

If the person can't satisfy you,

you haven't far to look for the hand
that's got the diamonds.

I'll work this by myself, if you please,

and detain you no longer
from your regular business in the town.

- Am I to understand...
- Allow me to wish you good day.

I have only one remark to make
on leaving this case in your hands.

There is such a thing, Sergeant, as making
a mountain out of a molehill. Good day to you!

There's also such a thing
as making nothing out of a molehill

in consequence of your head
being too high to see it.

If you please, Mr Betteredge, the washing book.

Give it to the sergeant.

CUFF: Thank you.

(Door closes)

Last time I saw that young woman,
she was in prison for theft.

What?

BETTEREDGE: It's true, sir.

You knew?

Yes, sir. So did her ladyship.

She took the girl in from the reformatory

and Rosanna's never given her
any cause to regret it.

Except...

FRANKLIN: Well?

BETTEREDGE: I swear to you,
there's no treachery in that girl.

Whatever you know, you'd best tell it.

Yesterday she said she was ailing,

so I gave her leave to stay in her room.

This morning, the baker's man swore to me

he saw Rosanna yesterday afternoon
on the footway to Frizinghall.

- Did you question her?
- Yes, sir.

She swore to me she never left her room all day.

Do you think she was lying?

The ugly women have a hard time in this world.

If she asks leave to go out, let the poor thing go,

but let me know first.

I must have a word with Lady Verinder.

Afterwards, I shall have questions
to ask the servants.

Sergeant Cuff...

I know it's too soon to ask,

but can you guess yet
who has stolen the diamond?

As you say, Mr Blake, it is rather soon
and I do not guess.

(Whispers) Mr Policeman!

There's something I think you ought to know.

- And you are...?
- Nancy.

It's erm...

It's about that Rosanna Spearman.

Yes.

Yesterday she kept to her room.

She was supposed to be ill.

Well, I can tell you she wasn't. She went out.

So I've been told.

Oh? And have you also been told
what she got up to when she came back?

No, Nancy.

I think, perhaps, you and I
should have a quiet talk.

Well? Did you deliver my message?

Yes, sir.

Miss Rachel begs to be excused

and expresses the hope
that your journey will be a pleasant one.

Is that all?

Miss Rachel does not intend
to come downstairs?

I did deliver your message, sir.

Word for word.

Sergeant Cuff, my servants
have been with me for years.

- I trust them and I decline...
- (Door opens)

Oh, I beg your pardon, Aunt Julia.

Come in, Godfrey.

I think you have not met Sergeant Cuff.

My nephew Godfrey Ablewhite.

- An honour, sir.
- Sergeant.

I was in the course of telling the sergeant

that my servants have already had their boxes
and rooms searched by the other officer.

I cannot allow them to be insulted a second time.

Your ladyship, the first investigation
only looked for the diamond.

Now we must search again -
this time for the stained dress.

I cannot permit it.

The servants will think themselves
under suspicion.

Not if I can tell them I'm going to examine
the wardrobes of everybody,

from her ladyship down.

Your servants will accept it as even dealing
between them and their betters.

You wish to search my wardrobe?

Everybody's, ma'am.

To pacify the servants.

Very well.

You shall speak to them
with the keys of my wardrobe in your hand,

- but I trust this investigation is necessary?
CUFF: It is, milady.

Sergeant, will you wish to examine
my luggage, too? I'm about to take my leave.

- This is the key.
- Thank you.

Aunt Julia, will you tell Rachel
that I do not take no for an answer

and that I intend to put the same question to her
again at the first opportunity?

She will know what that means.

My dear Godfrey,
even I know what that means.

Will you give this to Miss Rachel?

She will hand you the keys to her wardrobe.

Give them, and the keys to my own wardrobe,
to Sergeant Cuff.

CUFF: Milady, I am much obliged.

I bid you good afternoon, Sergeant.

Goodbye, Sergeant.
I hope you find the diamond.

(Whistles tune)

(Seagulls cry)

(Whistles tune)

{Knock at door)

Hello. Good evening, ma'am. My name is Cuff.

I am a stranger here from London.

You live in a pleasant part of England, ma'am.
My compliments.

Begging your pardon, sir,
but if it's business with my husband you want,

- him and the lad are out on the boat.
- Oh, no business at all, Mrs...

- Yolland, sir.
- Mrs Yolland, no, ma'am.

I thought I might find a young lady
of my acquaintance here.

- Miss Rosanna Spearman.
- Rosanna?

She left, not five minutes ago.

Oh.

Oh, what a pity.

I'd hoped to have the pleasure of her company
on the walk back to Verinder Manor. Oh, dear.

Er, tell me, Mrs Yolland...

would Rosanna be a close friend of yours?

- Won't you come in, sir?
- Oh, thank you, ma'am.

- Sit down.
- Thank you.

Rosanna's more of a friend of my daughter's, sir.

Lucy has an infirmity - same as Rosanna,
only with her it's a leg.

She's lame, you see.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Begging your pardon again, sir,

but ..I hope Rosanna’s into no trouble.

Trouble, Mrs Yolland?

On account of what's happened
at the manor, sir.

Rosanna is in no trouble as far as I know,
ma'am.

Dutch gin, eh? Thank you.

Here's to the confusion of all excise men.

(Clears throat) What I wanted with Rosanna,
ma'am,

it was to give her some good counsel.

She'll never get on in her present place,
you know.

My advice to her would be to leave it.

But bless your heart alive, sir,
she is going to leave it!

Oh, good. Good.

Of course, it's to be hoped
she has another place to go to.

Poor creature's got no friends in the world,
except you and me.

But she has, though!

Just now, she was upstairs with Lucy

and she asked for pen and ink.

"I want to write a letter to a friend," she says.

Her very words.

Now, that's comforting. A friend?

Mm. Who she wrote the letter to, I can't tell you,
but a friend she has got somewhere.

And to that friend,
you may depend upon it, she will go.

- Soon?
- As soon as she can!

Why, only ten minutes ago she bought
some travelling things off my own self.

- Oh, and sir...
- Ma'am?

Might I ask you to give this back to Rosanna
with my love and respects?

She paid me for the one or two things
she took a fancy to.

Money's welcome in our house, I don't deny it,

but I'm not taking the little thing's savings.

And don't leave the money on the table.

Times are hard and flesh is weak

and I might feel tempted
to put it back in my pocket again.

It's a delicate matter, ma'am, giving back money.

You charged her cheap for the things, I'm sure.

Cheap? Judge for yourself.

There.

She bought the fellow to that case.

She said to keep her cuffs and collars in.

One and ninepence, Mr Cuff, as I live by bread.

Dirt cheap.

She bought a chain... two chains,
like this in here, to cord her box with.

"Rope's cheaper," says I.
"Chain is surer," says she.

Three and sixpence, Mr Cuff.

- Each?
- Both.

Given away!

Is that your sincere opinion, sir?

I can't find it in my conscience, ma'am,
to give the money back.

You have as good as made her
a present of the things. You have, indeed.

Oh, bother the money!

(Seagulls cry in distance)

- (Approaching footsteps)
- Yes?

Did you wish to speak to me?

If I dare.

I don't understand you.
Is there something you wish me to do?

Or... to tell me?

I...

(Sobs softly)

He walks away. Anything rather than look at me!

Wait!

Rosanna!

CUFF: Good evening to you, Mr Blake.

And to you, Sergeant.

I have something for you.

CUFF: And what is that?
- The key to my portmanteau.

I hear you mean to search the belongings
of everyone in the house.

Not any longer, Mr Blake.

Miss Rachel refuses
to have her wardrobe examined.

And since I must have access to everything
or nothing, I'm obliged to abandon the search.

Tell Lady Verinder
I no longer require the keys to her wardrobe.

CUFF: Mr Betteredge?

Oh!

- Sergeant Cuff.
- Do I interrupt your reading?

(Chuckles) I know it by heart, sir.

Robinson Crusoe.

And I know of no other book
that can afford such comfort in hard times.

You may have need of it before long.

Are you aware that Rosanna Spearman
went out today?

She was absent for some two hours.

- Rosanna, sir?
- Are you trying to protect her from me?

I hold by what I said, sir.

She's a good girl and it goes hard with me
to see her wronged.

Rosanna Spearman would be safe from the law

even if I could fix her
with the theft of the diamond

on evidence which is as plain
as the nose on your face.

You mean milady won't prosecute?

Your lady can't prosecute.

Rosanna Spearman is an instrument
in the hands of another person

and she'll be held harmless
for that other person’s sake.

Can you give that "other person" a name, sir?

Can't you, Mr Betteredge?

No, sir.

Mr Betteredge,
do me the honour of shaking hands.

I have taken an extraordinary liking to you.

- One question.
- Sir...

Why does this Rosanna Spearman constantly
put herself in Mr Franklin Blake's way?

Do you know?

BETTEREDGE: My daughter would answer you,
Sergeant, by saying

that Rosanna’s in love with Mr Blake
since the day he came here.

CUFF: Ah.
- Not that Mr Blake has any suspicion.

CUFF: Well he would have,
if the girl were nice-looking.

Yes, I can believe he doesn't notice
whether that girl's dead or alive.

PENELOPE: Rosanna...

- Where are you going?
- I must talk to him!

It's what you must not do. It's madness!

I beg you, put Mr Franklin out of your mind.

Let go of me, I tell you! I will talk to him.

Good morning, Mr Blake.

- Morning.
- Er, Mr Blake...

Concerning the matter of the diamond...

Yes, Sergeant?

Is it or is it not your duty as a good citizen

to assist me with any special information
you may happen to possess?

I have no "special information".

One of the female servants
spoke to you privately last night, sir.

I have nothing to say.

You needn't be afraid of harming the girl.

On the contrary, I recommend you
to honour me with your confidence

if you feel any interest in Rosanna Spearman.

I take no interest whatever
in Rosanna Spearman.

(She rushes off)

I think I shall go to Frizinghall.

Don't take on, Rosanna.

I'm sure Mr Franklin would never do
anything consciously to wound you.

He's very kind and considerate.

Listen to me. I'm your friend and I'll stand
your friend, even if you have done wrong.

Whatever's on your mind,
make a clean breast of it.

I mean to.

- To milady?
- No.

To Mr Franklin?

No, not to Mr Franklin.

I know a much better way of relieving my mind
than that.

What is it?

- Let me be, Penelope.
- Rosanna...

I've got work to do.

I'll have finished soon.

Gabriel...

Mr Franklin.

Sergeant Cuff has been questioning me
about Rosanna Spearman.

He obviously suspects the girl.

- I think I've made matters worse.
- Worse, sir?

She came to see me in the library last night.

(Sighs) I can't explain it,

but I really do believe she was on the point
of confessing something.

To me, of all people!

I was curt with her.
I'm afraid I mortified her without meaning to.

She ran out into the hall and following her...

met Sergeant Cuff.

Now, this morning, in the garden,

I believe he laid a trap for us both.

A trap, sir?

I seem fated to say or do something awkward
before that girl.

- What happened, sir?
- She overheard our conversation.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Mr Betteredge,
I have just come back from Frizinghall

and I think I should tell you what I now suspect.

On Thursday, Superintendent Seegrave,
who is a mess of human infirmity,

pointed out to the servants the smear
on the door of Miss Rachel's sitting room.

On that day, Rosanna Spearman
shams ill and slips away to the town.

Her purpose - to buy materials
for a new petticoat and nightgown,

her own being stained with paint.

You can prove this?

I shall.

To continue,

that night she makes the new garments
alone in her room.

The next day she goes to a fisherman's cottage
and buys a tin box and two lengths of chain.

Now, she could easily throw the tin box and
its contents - the stained garment, of course -

into the sea or the quicksands

and be rid of it.

But what is the purpose
of the two lengths of chain?

Possibly she intends to pull the box up again.
But why, Mr Betteredge?

Whether this be a petticoat or a nightgown,

why did she not dispose of it for ever?

Why does she arrange for its future recovery?

Do you know, Mr Betteredge?

No, sir.

No.

I cannot understand it!

Since the robbery, Rachel has behaved

as if I were the person
she most despised in this world!

For no reason, she has kept to her room
for these past two days.

Now, for as little reason,
she goes to stay at Frizinghall.

Rachel has told me that she cannot endure
the presence of Sergeant Cuff in this house.

She prefers to stay at my sister's house
until he is gone.

And until I am gone.

FRANKLIN: Rachel...

Try to forgive me, Mama.

(Door closes)

CUFF: Miss, I can't presume to stop you
from leaving this house, but if you...

- Gabriel, is all my luggage on the coach?
- Yes, Miss Rachel.

Thank you, Gabriel.

By going now, you put an obstacle in the way
of my recovering your diamond.

Drive on!

And with her goes her travelling companion.

Companion, sir?

The Moonstone, my friend.

Has the truth not yet occurred to you
that Miss Rachel has stolen her own diamond?

PENELOPE: Father! Sergeant Cuff!

Oh, Sergeant Cuff!

It's Rosanna - she's gone!

Gone? Do you know where?

The boy that helps the gardener said
towards the Shivering Sands.

- She were not walking but running.
- How long since?

About ten minutes, maybe more.

She'd been as cold as marble all day,
like in a dream... or dead.

Mr Betteredge, you know the coast.
Please come with me.

(Seagulls cry)

(Rapid footsteps)

Oh, the poor child!

God pity her.

Gone.

(Sobs)

(Penelope continues sobbing)

(Bell rings)

JULIA:
Please express yourself clearly, Sergeant.

You say that the person
who has taken the diamond

is no longer in this house?

CUFF: Yes, ma'am.

Is it possible that you refer to my daughter?

I do.

Milady...

That poor child.

Sergeant Cuff is leaving.

Very good, milady.

Your services here are at an end, Sergeant.

This cheque, I think,
will be more than adequate recompense.

Sometimes, milady,
young women of rank and position

have private debts
which they dare not acknowledge

to their nearest relatives and friends.

As often as not, the jeweller and the milliner
are at the root of it.

Whatever the case, such young women
require money, or the urgent means of raising it.

Will your ladyship hear me?

Superintendent Seegrave,
Mr Franklin and myself

were the three persons most concerned
with the recovery of the diamond,

yet from the beginning, the attitude of Miss
Verinder towards us was one of detestation.

When Mr Franklin put the clue
of the stained door into our hands,

she insulted him.

She did not want the diamond recovered. Why?

Why did she refuse, she alone of everyone in
this house, to let her wardrobe be examined?

- There can only be one reason.
- I do not care to hear more from you, Sergeant!

In London, there's a man
named Septimus Luker, a moneylender,

who'd advance a large sum on a jewel
without asking awkward questions.

He has had dealings with the dead girl
Rosanna Spearman.

Your daughter, if she were to dispose
of the diamond, needed a go-between.

Rosanna Spearman was a convicted thief.

Before you go, Sergeant,

I have a letter written to me by my daughter.

Much of it need not concern you,

but she has this to say.

"The day will come when you will know
why I am careless about being suspected

and why I am silent, even to you.

I have done much to make my mother pity me.

Nothing to make her blush for me.

And lest there are those who will say otherwise,

I tell you that the diamond
has not been in my possession

since I placed it in the cabinet
on Wednesday night.

I wish I had never heard of it!"

Sodol, ma'am.

But we will, all of us, hear of it again.