W. CLARK RUSSELL.

My name is Henry Adams, and in 1854 I was mate of a ship of 1,200 tons
named the _Jessamy Bride_. June of that year found her at Calcutta with
cargo to the hatches, and ready to sail for England in three or four
days.

I was walking up and down the ship's long quarter-deck, sheltered by the
awning, when a young apprentice came aft and said a gentleman wished to
speak to me. I saw a man standing in the gangway; he was a tall,
soldierly person, about forty years of age, with iron-grey hair and
spiked moustache, and an aquiline nose. His eyes were singularly bright
and penetrating. He immediately said:--

"I wanted to see the captain; but as chief officer you'll do equally
well. When does this ship sail?"

"On Saturday or Monday next."

He ran his eye along the decks and then looked aloft: there was
something bird-like in the briskness of his way of glancing.

"I understand you don't carry passengers?"

"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."

"The having charge of a stone valued at fifteen thousand pounds, and
intended as a gift for the Queen of England, is a deuce of a
responsibility," said he. "I shall borrow a hint from the method adopted
in the case