CHAPTER IV.

A LITTLE DINNER FOR THREE.

Two or three days passed quietly away without any particular incident

that need be recorded here. Captain Ducie was much with the Van Loals.

Each day they went on an excursion together, and on these occasions

the Captain always acted the part of charioteer. As they were driving

back into St. Helier one afternoon, said Ducie: "I have ventured to

order a dinner for three in my rooms for this evening. May I hope that

you and Miss Van Loal will honour me with your company?"

"We will accept your invitation with pleasure," said the old man, "on

condition that you dine with us to-morrow in return."

"A condition that I shall be happy to comply with," answered Ducie. "I

have something of a very rare and curious nature to show you after

dinner: something respecting which I wish you to favour me with your

opinion."

"You may command my humble services in any way," answered Van Loal.

At seven to the minute Mr. Van Loal, his daughter, and Captain Ducie,

sat down to a well-served dinner in the sitting-room of the latter.

Mirpah looked very lovely, but paler than ordinary. She seemed anxious

and distraite, Ducie thought, and was more than usually silent during

the progress of the meal. In the delicate curves of her mouth Ducie

fancied that he detected a lurking sadness. He felt that he would have

given much to fathom the cause of her unwonted melancholy. What if

this incipient sadness were merely a symptom of dawning love? What if

she were learning to regard him with some small portion of the same

feeling that he had for her? Hope whispered faintly in his ear that

such might possibly be the case, but he was not essentially a vain

man, and with an impatient shrug he dismissed the seductive whisper,

and turned his attention to other things. On one point his mind was

quite made up. The very next opportunity that he should have of being

alone with Mr. Van Loal he would ask that gentleman's permission to

put a certain question to his daughter, and if anything might be

augured from a man's manner, his request would meet with no unkind

reception. The opportunity he sought would hardly be afforded him this

evening. Captain Ducie's sitting-room would, on this occasion, have to

fill the offices both of dining and drawing-room. There would be no

occasion for Miss Van Loal to retire after the cloth should be drawn.

The gentlemen might smoke their cigars on the balcony. What Captain

Ducie had to say in private to Mr. Van Loal would very well keep till

morning. He had something particular to say to Mr. Van Loal this

evening, but it was something that did not preclude the presence of

Mirpah. When the time drew near that he had fixed on in his own mind

as the proper time for introducing this one special topic--about half

an hour after the withdrawal of the cloth--he hardly knew in what

terms to begin. He could think of no periphrastical opening by means

of which he could introduce the all-important topic. In sheer despair

of any readier mode he at length plunged boldly into the breach.

"I have been informed, Mr. Van Loal, that you are a diamond merchant,"

he said, "and that you have a wide knowledge of gems of various kinds,

and can consequently form a trustworthy opinion as to the value of any

that may be submitted for your inspection."

"Well--yes--" said Van Loal with a slow dubious smile, "I am, or

rather was, a dealer in diamonds, howsoever you may have ascertained

that fact."

"It was I who told Captain Ducie, papa," said Mirpah in her quiet

clear tones.

"Quite right, my love. I am not ashamed of my profession," answered

the old man. Then turning to Ducie, he said: "Any information that I

may be in possession of on the various subjects embraced by my

experience I shall be most happy to afford you."

"My object in introducing the topic is to ask you to do me the favour

to appraise a certain Diamond which I have in my possession: to let me

have your opinion as to its qualities, good or bad, together with an

estimate of its probable value."

Mr. Van Loal whistled under his breath. "Diamonds are very difficult

things to appraise with any degree of correctness, especially where

there is any particular feature about them, either in size, colour,

water, or cutting, that separates them from the ordinary category of

such things. Is the Diamond to which you refer an ordinary one? or has

it any special features of its own?"

"It has several special features, such as its size, its colour, and

its extraordinary brilliance. But I will fetch it, and you shall

examine it for yourself. Pardon my leaving you for one moment."

With a smile and a bow Captain Ducie rose from his chair, crossed the

floor, and disappeared within an inner room. Mr. Van Loal and his

daughter exchanged glances full of meaning. The pallor deepened on

Mirpah's cheek: she toyed nervously with her fan; and even the old

man, ordinarily so calm and self-contained, looked anxious and brimful

of nervous excitement. His fingers wandered frequently to his

waistcoat, in one pocket of which there seemed to be some object of

whose presence there he needed frequently to assure himself.

Ducie returned after an absence of two minutes. He too seemed to have

caught that contagion of nervous excitement which marked the demeanour

of his two guests. Was he warned by some subtle instinct that one of

the great crises of his life was at hand? Or was he merely a prey to

that vulgar fear which all who practice the art of illegal

conveyancing must or ought to feel when the proceeds of their

nefarious deeds are submitted for the first time to the common light

of day?

"This is the gem which I am desirous of submitting for your

inspection."

He held out his right hand, and there on his open palm the Great Mogul

Diamond sparkled and glowed, a chrysolite of pure green fire. An

exclamation of surprise and delight burst simultaneously from the lips

of Mirpah and her father.

"In the whole course of my experience I have never seen anything to

equal this," said Van Loal, as he donned his spectacles. "May I take

it into my own fingers to examine?"

"Certainly; I have brought it in order that you may do so."

Speaking thus, Captain Ducie dropped the Diamond into the extended

palm of the supposed dealer. Some inward qualm next moment made him

half put out his hand as if he would have reclaimed the Diamond there

and then. But the lean fingers of Van Loal had already closed over the

gem, and Ducie's arm dropped aimlessly by his side.

Mr. Van Loal rose from his seat and went close up to the lamp that he

might examine the stone more minutely. There he was joined by Mirpah,

whose curiosity quite equalled that of her father. They both stood

gazing at it for full two minutes without speaking.

"Wonderful! Magnificent!" exclaimed Mr. Van Loal at length. "Words

fail me to express the admiration I feel at sight of so rare a gem.

Can it be possible, Captain Ducie, that you are the fortunate

possessor of such a treasure? I should think myself one of the most

favoured of mortals did such a Diamond belong to me."

"It is mine," answered Ducie, calmly and deliberately. "It has been in

the possession of our family for two centuries. Originally it came

from the Indies, and is said to have been worn by the great Aurungzebe

himself."

"If the Great Mogul never did wear it, he ought to have done so. Even

among his remarkable treasures he can have possessed but few stones

equal to this one. You can never be called a poor man, Captain Ducie,

while you retain this in your possession. Mirpah, my child, what say

you?"

"What can I say, papa? I am not enthusiastic, as you know, nor given

to indulge in notes of admiration. I can only say that in my poor

experience I have never seen anything to equal it. Diamonds as large,

or larger, I have seen several times, but they were all white, or of

inferior water. I have never seen a green one at all comparable to

this one either for size or brilliancy, and I think, papa, that even

your wider experience will, in this respect, tally with mine."

"Completely so," answered the old man. "I question whether, among all

the crown jewels of Europe, there is a green diamond that can in any

way match it, either for colour or brilliancy. Captain Ducie, your

treasure is almost unique."

"Can you furnish me with anything like an estimate of its probable

value?"

"I am doubtful whether I can. Were it an ordinary white diamond the

value could be easily calculated when once the weight was known. But

with a green diamond the case is very different. In addition to what

its value would be as an ordinary diamond, it would command an extra

or fancy price in the market, from the rarity of its colour in

conjunction with its size. This additional value is a most difficult

thing to gauge accurately. Even among professional dealers you would

hardly find two who would name the same figure, or the same figure

within a very wide margin, if called upon to estimate the worth of

your green diamond."

"Still," said Ducie, "I should like you to furnish me with some

approximate estimate of its probable value."

"What is its weight?"

"Nearly eighty-five carats."

"In that case you may estimate its value somewhere between one hundred

and forty and two hundred thousand pounds."

The Diamond had been passed on by Mr. Van Loal to his daughter for

examination.

"A gem fit for an empress to wear!" was Mirpah's remark as she handed

the stone back to her father.

"Observe the mode in which this Diamond is cut," said Van Loal. "It

has been done in the Indies after a style which has been handed down

from father to son for a thousand years. You should let it be operated

upon by our Amsterdam cutters. They would turn it out at the end of

six months, less in size it is true, but so greatly improved in every

other respect, that you would hardly know it for the same gem. May I

ask whether it is your intention to dispose of it by private treaty?"

"It is my intention ultimately so to do," answered Ducie.

"I suppose you have no objection to my trying the temper of your

Diamond on the window?"

"None whatever," said Ducie, with a shrug. "You may write your name on

every pane in the hotel if you please."

"That would indeed be a painful exhibition of vanity," replied Van

Loal, with a weak attempt at a pun.

Speaking thus, he rose from his seat, and crossed the floor, holding

the Diamond between the thumb and finger of his right hand.

Curtains of crimson damask draped the windows. One of these curtains

Van Loal drew noisily aside. A second or two later those in the room

could hear the slow scratching of the Diamond on the glass.

Mirpah's cheek grew still paler as the sound met her ears.

Just then Ducie was thinking as much of the beautiful girl before him

as of the Diamond.

"I hope you have not forgotten our engagement to visit Elizabeth

Castle to-morrow," he said. "It will be low water at noon, and we an

either walk across the sands to it or ride, as may seem best to you."

"I have not forgotten," said Mirpah, softly, and from her eyes there

shot a swift, half-sorrowful glance that thrilled him to the heart.

"I must make my opportunity to-morrow and propose to her," he said to

himself. "I never thought to love again, but I love Mirpah Van Loal,

and will make her my wife if she will let me do so. Perhaps the future

may have a quiet happiness in store for me, such as I never dreamed of

in all the wild days that have come and gone since my father turned me

out of doors, and I first thought myself a man. I begin to think there

is something in life that I have altogether missed."

This thought was working in his mind when Mr. Van Loal came back from

the window still holding the Diamond between the thumb and finger of

his right hand. He deposited it lightly in Ducie's palm.

"A wonderful gem, my dear sir--a truly wonderful gem!" said the old

man. "I envy you the possession of such a treasure. In all my

experience I have never seen or heard of its equal. But you must allow

me to say that I think it very unwise on your part to carry so

valuable an item of property about with you on your travels. Let me

recommend you to deposit it with your banker, or in some other safe

custody, as soon as ever you get back to England; unless, indeed, you

may wish to dispose of it, in which case allow me to offer my humble

services as negotiator of the transaction for you."

"No one on the island, save yourself and Miss Van Loal, is aware that

I carry such an article about with me; consequently there is no fear

of its being stolen. As it happens, I am desirous of disposing of the

Diamond--in fact, I should have sold it some time ago had I known how

to conduct such a transaction without running the risk of being

egregiously duped. Your kind offer of your valuable services has

disposed of that difficulty, and, with your permission, we will

discuss the matter in extenso to-morrow."

He had risen while speaking, and he now went away into the inner room,

carrying the Diamond with him. As soon as his back was turned a quick

meaning glance passed between father and daughter. There was a look of

triumph in the eyes of Van Loal which told Mirpah that the object

which had brought them all the way from their Midlandshire home had

been successfully achieved.

No word passed between the two, and Ducie came back in less than a

minute. Conversation was resumed, and still the theme was diamonds and

rare gems. As was only to be expected from one who called himself a

dealer in such merchandise, Mr. Van Loal showed himself to be deeply

versed in all matters relating to precious stones. Captain Ducie was

greatly interested. The little company did not break up till a late

hour.

"At noon to-morrow. You will not forget?" said Ducie, as he held

Mirpah's hand for a moment at the door of his room. She made him no

answer in words, but again that strange half-sorrowful look shot from

her eyes to his, and her soft hand clasped his in a way that it had

never been betrayed into doing before. Then they parted. Captain

Ducie's dreams that night were happy dreams.

Mirpah Van Loal must either have forgotten her overnight promise to

Captain Ducie, or have held it in small regard, seeing that she left

St. Helier by the Southampton boat at six forty-five next morning. She

was accompanied by her father, and by a clean-shaven young gentleman,

dressed in black, who had been living a very secluded life for some

time past at Button's Hotel.

As the boat steamed slowly out of the harbour, Mirpah threw a last

searching glance among the crowd with which the pier was lined. "Poor

Captain Ducie!" she murmured half aloud. Her father who happened to be

standing close by, peered up curiously into her face and saw that her

eyes were wet. He did not speak, but moved further away, and left her

to her own thoughts.

They had an excellent passage, and Mirpah bore up bravely. Some time

after leaving Guernsey, an English steamer bound for the Islands

passed them a few hundred yards to leeward. The clean-shaven young

gentleman in black was watching the stranger keenly through his glass

when an expression of surprise burst from his lips. "What is it,

James? What is it that you see, my boy?" asked Mr. Van Loal.

"On yonder boat I see an old acquaintance of yours and mine."

The old man took the glass and scanned the passing ship, the

passengers of which were scanning the Southampton boat eagerly in

return, and had their faces turned full towards it. The old man laid

down the glass after a minute's silent observation.

"James," he said in a solemn tone, "unless my eyes deceive me greatly,

the mulatto, Cleon, is on board yonder ship."

"You are right, father. Cleon _is_ on board that ship. He was not

killed, then, after all, in his encounter with Captain Ducie."

"Such a fellow as that takes a deal of killing. On one point we may be

pretty sure: that by some means or other he has discovered Captain

Ducie's whereabouts and is now on his track."

"Wants his revenge, perhaps."

"Wants to recover the Great Mogul Diamond, mayhap."

Madgin Junior laughed. "He will hardly succeed in doing that, father.

Mr. Van Loal has been in the field before him."

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