There was another loud shout, a broad band of white light, as the ma.s.s of glowing metal shot through the air in a hissing arc, and then the face of the Inquisitor disappeared and was no more.
At that moment both Commendone and the sworn torturer realised what had happened. They leapt nimbly on to the das. From under his robe Alonso took a stiletto and plunged it into the throat of the notary; while Johnnie, in a mad fury, caught the physician by the neck, placed his open hand upon the man"s chin, and bent his head back, slowly, steadily, and with terrible pressure, until there was a faint click, and the black-robed figure sank down.
The _trampezo_ was burning into the wooden floor of the das. Alonso ran back into the room, caught up a pail of water, and poured it upon the gathering flames. There was a hiss, and a column of steam rose up into the alcove.
He turned his head and looked at the motionless form of the Inquisitor.
The face was all black and red, and rising into white blisters.
He turned to Commendone. "He"s dead, or dying," he said, "and now, thou hast indeed cast the die, and all is over. Thy man hath spoilt it all, and nothing remains for us but death."
"Silence!" Johnnie answered, captain of himself now, and of all of them there. "How is the next prisoner to be summoned?"
The torturer understood him. "Why," he said, "we may yet save ourselves!--that bell there"--he pointed to a hanging cord. "That summons the jailors. They are waiting to bring the Senorita for judgment. Don Luis, there, who was to undergo the _trampezo_, would not have been taken back into the prison at once, but into our room, where the surgeon would have attended him. Therefore, we will ring for the Senorita. She will be pushed into this place very gently. The door will not be opened wide. Doors are never widely opened in the Holy Office.
The jailors will see us taking charge of her, and all will be well. If not, get your poignard ready, Senor, and you, too, Juan, for "twill be better to die a fighting death in this cellar than to wait for what would come hereafter."
He stretched out his hand and pulled down the bell-cord.
They stood waiting in absolute silence, Alonso and John Hull, in their dreadful disguise, standing close to the door.
There was not a sound in the brilliantly lit room. The victim that was to be had fainted away, and lay as dead as the three corpses upon the das. There was a smell of hot coal, of burning wood, and still there came a little sizzling noise from the half-quenched glowing iron upon the platform.
Thud!
A quiet answering knock from Alonso. Another thud--the heave of the lever, the slither of the bolts, the door opening a little, murmured voices, and a low, shuddering cry of horror, as a tall girl, in a long woollen garment, a coa.r.s.e garment of wool dyed yellow, was pushed into the embrace of the black-hooded figures who stood waiting for her.
Clang--the bolts were shot back.
Then a tearing, ripping noise, as Hull pulled the black hood from his face and shoulders.
"My dear, my dear," he cried, "Miss Lizzie. "Tis over now. Fear nothing!
I and thy true love have brought thee to safety."
The girl gave a great cry. "Johnnie! Johnnie!"
He rushed up to her, and held her in his arms. He was still clothed in the dreadful disguise of a torturer. It had not come into his mind to take it off. But she was not frightened. She knew his arms, she heard his voice, she sank fainting upon his shoulder.
Once more it was John Hull speaking in English who brought the lovers to realisation. His strong and anxious voice was seconded by the Spanish of Alonso.
"Quick! quick!" both the men said. "All hath gone well. We have a start of many hours, but we must be gone from here at once."
Johnnie released Elizabeth from his arms, and then he also doffed the terror-inspiring costume which he wore.
"Sweetheart," he said, "go you with John Hull and this Alonso into the room beyond, where they will give you robes to wear. I will join you in less than a minute."
They pa.s.sed away with quick, frightened footsteps.
But as for Commendone, he went to the centre of the alcove, and knelt down just below the long black table.
The three bodies of the men they had slain he could not see. He could only see the black form of the tablecloth, and above it the great white Crucifix.
He prayed that nothing he had done upon this night should stain his soul, that Jesus--as indeed he believed--had been looking on him and all that he did, with help and favour.
And once more he renewed his vow to live for Jesus and for the girl he loved.
Crossing himself, he rose, and clapped his hands to his right side. Once more he found he was without a sword. He bowed again to the cross. "It will come back to me," he said, in a quiet voice.
He turned to go, he had no concern with those who lay dead above him; but as he went towards the door leading to the place of the torturers, his eye fell upon the oak stool in the middle of the room--the oak chair by which the brazier still glowed, and in which a silent, doll-like figure was bound.
He stepped up to the chair, and immediately he saw that Don Luis was dead.
The shock had killed him. He lay back there with patches of grey marked in his hair, as if fingers had been placed upon it--a young face, now prematurely old, and writhed into horror, but with a little quiet smile of satisfaction upon it after all....
And so they sailed away to the Court of Rome, to take a high part in what went forward in the palace of the Vatican. They were to be fused into that wonderful revival of Learning and the Arts known as the Renaissance.
G.o.d willing, and still seeing fit to give strength to the hand and mind of the present chronicler, what they did in Rome, all that befell them there, and of Johnnie"s friendship and adventures with Messer Benvenuto Cellini will be duly set out in another volume during the year of Grace to come.