"Aristocrat again, John!" said I, as we went up-stairs to Kelly"s room. And Crossthwaite did not answer.
There was so great a hubbub inside Kelly"s room, of English, French, and Irish, all talking at once, that we knocked at intervals for full five minutes, unheard by the noisy crew; and I, in despair, was trying the handle, which was fast, when, to my astonishment, a heavy blow was struck on the panel from the inside, and the point of a sharp instrument driven right through, close to my knees, with the exclamation--
"What do you think o" that, now, in a policeman"s bread-basket?"
"I think," answered I, as loud as I dare, and as near the dangerous door, "if I intended really to use it, I wouldn"t make such a fool"s noise about it."
There was a dead silence; the door was hastily opened, and Kelly"s nose poked out; while we, in spite of the horribleness of the whole thing, could not help laughing at his face of terror. Seeing who we were he welcomed us in at once, into a miserable apartment, full of pikes and daggers, brandished by some dozen miserable, ragged, half-starved artizans.
Three-fourths, I saw at once, were slop-working tailors. There was a bloused and bearded Frenchman or two; but the majority were, as was to have been expected, the oppressed, the starved, the untaught, the despairing, the insane; "the dangerous cla.s.ses," which society creates, and then shrinks in horror, like Frankenstein, from the monster her own clumsy ambition has created. Thou Frankenstein Mammon! hast thou not had warnings enough, either to make thy machines like men, or stop thy bungling, and let G.o.d make them for Himself?
I will not repeat what I heard there. There is many a frantic ruffian of that night now sitting "in his right mind"--though not yet "clothed"--waiting for G.o.d"s deliverance, rather than his own.
We got Kelly out of the room into the street, and began inquiring of him the whereabouts of this said Bower or Power. "He didn"t know,"--the feather-headed Irishman that he was!--"Faix, by-the-by, he"d forgotten--an"
he went to look for him at the place he tould him, and they didn"t know sich a one there--"
"Oh, oh! Mr. Power has an _alibi_, then? Perhaps an _alias_ too?"
"He didn"t know his name rightly. Some said it was Brown; but he was a broth of a boy--a thrue people"s man. Bedad, he gov" away arms afthen and afthen to them that couldn"t buy "em. An" he"s as free-spoken--och, but he"s put me into the confidence! Come down the street a bit, and I"ll tell yees--I"ll be Lord-Lieutenant o" Dublin Castle meself, if it succades, as shure as there"s no snakes in ould Ireland, an" revenge her wrongs ankle deep in the bhlood o" the Saxon! Whirroo! for the marthyred memory o" the three hundred thousint vargens o" Wexford!"
"Hold your tongue, you a.s.s!" said Crossthwaite, as he clapped his hand over his mouth, expecting every moment to find us all three in the Rhadamanthine grasp of a policeman; while I stood laughing, as people will, for mere disgust at the ridiculous, which almost always intermingles with the horrible.
At last, out it came--
"Bedad! we"re going to do it! London"s to be set o" fire in seventeen places at the same moment, an" I"m to light two of them to me own self, and make a holycrust--ay, that"s the word--o" Ireland"s scorpions, to sting themselves to death in circling flame--"
"You would not do such a villanous thing?" cried we, both at once.
"Bedad! but I won"t harm a hair o" their heads! Shure, we"ll save the women and childer alive, and run for the fire-ingins our blessed selves, and then out with the pikes, and seize the Bank and the Tower--
"An" av" I lives, I lives victhorious, An" av" I dies, my soul in glory is; Love fa--a--are--well!"
I was getting desperate: the whole thing seemed at once so horrible and so impossible. There must be some villanous trap at the bottom of it.
"If you don"t tell me more about this fellow Power, Mike," said I, "I"ll blow your brains out on the spot: either you or he are villains." And I valiantly pulled out my only weapon, the door key, and put it to his head.
"Och! are you mad, thin? He"s a broth of a boy; and I"ll tell ye. Shure he knows all about the red-coats, case he"s an arthillery man himself, and that"s the way he"s found out his gran" combustible."
"An artilleryman?" said John. "He told me he was a writer for the press."
"Bedad, thin, he"s mistaken himself intirely; for he tould me with his own mouth. And I"ll show you the thing he sowld me as is to do it. Shure, it"ll set fire to the stones o" the street, av" you pour a bit vitriol on it."
"Set fire to the stones? I must see that before I believe it."
"Shure an" ye shall then. Where"ll I buy a bit? Sorra a shop is there open this time o" night; an" troth I forgot the name o" it intirely! Poker o"
Moses, but here"s a bit in my pocket!"
And out of his tattered coat-tail he lugged a flask of powder and a lump of some cheap chemical salt, whose name I have, I am ashamed to say, forgotten.
"You"re a pretty fellow to keep such things in the same pocket with gunpowder!"
"Come along to Mackaye"s," said Crossthwaite. "I"ll see to the bottom of this. Be hanged, but I think the fellow"s a cursed _mouchard_--some government spy!"
"Spy is he, thin? Och, the thief o" the world! I"ll stab him! I"ll murther him! an" burn the town afterwards, all the same."
"Unless," said I, "just as you"ve got your precious combustible to blaze off, up he comes from behind the corner and gives you in charge to a policeman. It"s a villanous trap, you miserable fool, as sure as the moon"s in heaven."
"Upon my word, I am afraid it is--and I"m trapped too."
"Blood and turf! thin, it"s he that I"ll trap, thin. There"s two million free and inlightened Irishmen in London, to avenge my marthyrdom wi" pikes and baggonets like raving salviges, and blood for blood!"
"Like savages, indeed!" said I to Crossthwaite, "And pretty savage company we are keeping. Liberty, like poverty, makes a man acquainted with strange companions!"
"And who"s made "em savages? Who has left them savages? That the greatest nation of the earth has had Ireland in her hands three hundred years--and her people still to be savages!--if that don"t justify a revolution, what does? Why, it"s just because these poor brutes are what they are, that rebellion becomes a sacred duty. It"s for them--for such fools, brutes, as that there, and the millions more like him, and likely to remain like him, and I"ve made up my mind to do or die to-morrow!"
There was a grand half-truth, distorted, miscoloured in the words, that silenced me for the time.
We entered Mackaye"s door; strangely enough at that time of night, it stood wide open. What could be the matter? I heard loud voices in the inner room, and ran forward calling his name, when, to my astonishment, out past me rushed a tall man, followed by a steaming kettle, which, missing him, took full effect on Kelly"s chest as he stood in the entry, filling his shoes with boiling water, and producing a roar that might have been heard at Temple Bar.
"What"s the matter?"
"Have I hit him?" said the old man, in a state of unusual excitement.
"Bedad! it was the man Power! the cursed spy! An" just as I was going to slate the villain nately, came the kittle, and kilt me all over!"
"Power? He"s as many names as a pickpocket, and as many callings, too, I"ll warrant. He came sneaking in to tell me the sogers were a" ready to gie up their arms if I"d come forward to them to-morrow. So I tauld him, sin" he was so sure o"t, he"d better gang and tak the arms himsel; an" then he let out he"d been a policeman--"
"A policeman!" said both Crossthwaite and Kelly, with strong expletives.
"A policeman doon in Manchester; I thought I kenned his face fra the first.
And when the rascal saw he"d let out too much, he wanted to make out that he"d been a" along a spy for the Chartists, while he was makin" believe to be a spy o" the goovernment"s. Sae when he came that far, I just up wi" the het water, and bleezed awa at him; an" noo I maun gang and het some mair for my drap toddy."
Sandy had a little vitriol in the house, so we took the combustible down into the cellar, and tried it. It blazed up: but burnt the stone as much as the reader may expect. We next tried it on a lump of wood. It just scorched the place where it lay, and then went out; leaving poor Kelly perfectly frantic with rage, terror, and disappointment. He dashed up-stairs, and out into the street, on a wild-goose chase after the rascal, and we saw no more of him that night.
I relate a simple fact. I am afraid--perhaps, for the poor workmen"s sake, I should say I am glad, that it was not an unique one. Villains of this kind, both in April and in June, mixed among the working men, excited their worst pa.s.sions by bloodthirsty declamations and extravagant promises of success, sold them arms; and then, like the shameless wretch on whose evidence Cuffy and Jones were princ.i.p.ally convicted, bore witness against their own victims, unblushingly declaring themselves to have been all along the tools of the government. I entreat all those who disbelieve this apparently prodigious a.s.sertion, to read the evidence given on the trial of the John Street conspirators, and judge for themselves.
"The pet.i.tion"s filling faster than ever!" said Crossthwaite, as that evening we returned to Mackaye"s little back room.
"Dirt"s plenty," grumbled the old man, who had settled himself again to his pipe, with his feet on the fender, and his head half way up the chimney.
"Now, or never!" went on Crossthwaite, without minding him; "now, or never!
The manufacturing districts seem more firm than ever."
"An" words cheap," commented Mackaye, _sotto voce_.
"Well," I said, "Heaven keep us from the necessity of ulterior measures!
But what must be, must."