Even at the eleventh hour, dear Mr. Godfrey--always ready to return good for evil--tried to spare her.

`Don't ask me!' he said. `It's better forgotten, Rachel--it is, indeed.'

`I will hear it!' she cried out, fiercely, at the top of her voice.

`Tell her, Godfrey!' entreated my aunt. `Nothing can do her such harm as your silence is doing now!'

Mr. Godfrey's fine eyes filled with tears. He cast one last appealing look at her--and then he spoke the fatal words:

`If you will have it, Rachel--scandal says that the Moonstone is in pledge to Mr. Luker, and that I am the man who has pawned it.'

She started to her feet with a scream. She looked backwards and forwards from Mr. Godfrey to my aunt, and from my aunt to Mr. Godfrey, in such a frantic manner that I really thought she had gone mad.

`Don't speak to me! Don't touch me!' she exclaimed, shrinking back from all of us (I declare like some hunted animal!) into a corner of the room. `This is my fault! I must set it right. I have sacrificed myself--I had a right to do that, if I liked. But to let an innocent man be ruined; to keep a secret which destroys his character for life--Oh, good God, it's too horrible! I can't bear it!'

My aunt half rose from her chair, then suddenly sat down again. She called to me faintly, and pointed to a little phial in her workbox.

`Quick!' she whispered. `Six drops, in water. Don't let Rachel see.'

Under other circumstances, I should have thought this strange. There was no time now to think--there was only time to give the medicine. Dear Mr. Godfrey unconsciously assisted me in concealing what I was about from Rachel, by speaking composing words to her at the other end of the room.

`Indeed, indeed, you exaggerate,' I heard him say. `My reputation stands too high to be destroyed by a miserable passing scandal like this. It will be all forgotten in another week. Let us never speak of it again.' She was perfectly inaccessible, even to such generosity as this. She went on from bad to worse.

`I must, and will, stop it,' she said. `Mamma! hear what I say. Miss Clack! hear what I say. I know the hand that took the Moonstone. I know'--she laid a strong emphasis on the words; she stamped her foot in the rage that possessed her--`I know that Godfrey Ablewhite is innocent. Take me to the magistrate, Godfrey! Take me to the magistrate, and I will swear it!'

My aunt caught me by the hand, and whispered. `Stand between us for a minute or two. Don't let Rachel see me.' I noticed a bluish tinge in her face which alarmed me. She saw I was startled. `The drops will put me right in a minute or two,' she said, and so closed her eyes, and waited a little.

While this was going on, I heard dear Mr. Godfrey still gently remonstrating.

`You must not appear publicly in such a thing as this,' he said. `Your reputation, dearest Rachel, is something too pure and too sacred to be trifled with.'

`My reputation!' She burst out laughing. `Why, I am accused, Godfrey, as well as you. The best detective officer in England declares that I have stolen my own Diamond. Ask him what he thinks--and he will tell you that I have pledged the Moonstone to pay my private debts!' She stopped, ran across the room--and fell on her knees at her mother's feet. `Oh mamma! mamma! mamma! I must be mad--mustn't I?--not to own the truth now.' She was too vehement to notice her mother's condition--she was on her feet again, and back with Mr. Godfrey, in an instant. `I won't let you--I won't let any innocent man--be accused and disgraced through my fault. If you won't take me before the magistrate, draw out a declaration of your