"I am most serious," he replied. "I know that in a few hours I shall be
no more, and I trust in the mercy of Him who died for kings and for
slaves; but, Musgrave, I have a secret to tell you. Do you recollect
the story in the fairy tales of the little white cat whose head was
obliged to be cut off, and who then turned into the most beautiful
princess in the world? Well, my secret is something like hers."
I thought, by his continuing in this strain, that his head was
wandering. I was about to speak to him, when he continued:
"Do you know what has occasioned my death? I will tell you the secret.
I was washing for diamonds, when I found one of a size which astonished
me. I knew it was of great value, and I did not choose that the King of
Portugal should receive such a benefit from my hands. I put it into my
mouth to secrete it, hardly knowing what I should do afterwards, but I
was thinking how I should act, when one of the superintendents passing
(that crabbed old Portuguese belonging to the next gang), and seeing me
idle and in deep thought, he struck me with his cane such a smart rap on
the shoulders, that he not only made me jump out of my reverie, but the
diamond went down my throat. I'm sure if I had tried to swallow it I
could not have done so, but the shock forced it down. Well, this has
occasioned my death, for it has remained in my stomach and occasioned
the stoppage, which has ended in inflammation and mortification. I feel
it here even now; give me your finger, don't you feel it? Well, now you
understand why I talked of the little white cat. Don't cut off my head,
but when I am dead, just put your knife down there and take out the
diamond and bury it, for I tell you--and they say dying men see clearer
than others--but that I am certain you will be released from these
mines, and then the diamond will be a fortune to you, and you will find
that being my executor was of some value to you. Now, pray--no
scruple--I entreat it as a last favour, promise me that you will do as I
wish--pray promise me, or I shall die unhappy."
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