“That’s so, sir, though there’s accommodation for them.”
“I’m out of sorts, and have been sick for months, and want to see what a trip round the Cape to England will do for me. I shall be going home, not for my health only, but on a commission. The Maharajah of Ratnagiri, hearing I was returning to England on sick-leave, asked me to take charge of a very splendid gift for Her Majesty the Queen of England. It is a diamond, valued at fifteen thousand pounds.”
He paused to observe the effect of this communication, and then proceeded—
“I suppose you know how the Koh-i-noor was sent home?”
“It was conveyed to England, I think,” said I, “by H.M.S. Medea, in 1850.”
“Yes; she sailed in April that year, and arrived at Portsmouth in June. The glorious gem was intrusted to Colonel Mackieson and Captain Ramsay. It was locked up in a small box along with other jewels, and each officer had a key. The box was secreted in the ship by them, and no man on board the vessel, saving themselves, knew where it was hidden.”
“Was that so?” said I, much interested.
“Yes; I had the particulars from the commander of the vessel, Captain Lockyer. When do you expect your skipper on board?” he exclaimed, darting a bright, sharp look around him.
“I cannot tell. He may arrive at any moment.”