Cowen"s eyes flashed; he took out his phial of laudanum and emptied about a fifth part of it into the bottle. Cutler whined at the door, "Do open the door, your wuship, and let"s have t"other (hic)."
"Why, the key is on your side."
A feeble-minded laugh at the discovery, a fumbling with the key, and the door opened, and Cutler stood in the doorway, with his cravat disgracefully loose and his visage wreathed in foolish smiles. His eyes joggled; he pointed with a mixture of surprise and low cunning at the table. "Why, there is t"other bo"l! Let"s have"m."
"Nay," said Cowen, "I drain no bottles at this time; one gla.s.s suffices me. I drink your health." He raised his gla.s.s.
Cutler grabbed the bottle and said, brutally, "And I"ll drink yours!"
and shut the door with a slam, but was too intent on his prize to lock it.
Cowen sat and listened.
He heard the wine gurgle, and the drunkard draw a long breath of delight.
Then there was a pause; then a s.n.a.t.c.h of song, rather melodious and more articulate than Mr. Cutler"s recent attempts at discourse.
Then another gurgle and another loud "Ah!"
Then a vocal attempt, which broke down by degrees.
Then a snore.
Then a somnolent remark--"All right!"
Then a staggering on to his feet. Then a swaying to and fro, and a subsiding against the door.
Then by and by a little reel at the bed and a fall flat on the floor.
Then stertorous breathing.
Cowen sat still at the keyhole some time, then took off his boots and softly mounted his chair, and applied his eye to the peep-hole.
Cutler was lying on his stomach between the table and the bed.
Cowen came to the door on tiptoe and turned the handle gently; the door yielded.
He lost nerve for the first time in his life. What horrible shame, should the man come to his senses and see him!
He stepped back into his own room, ripped up his portmanteau, and took out, from between the leather and the lining, a disguise and a mask.
He put them on.
Then he took his loaded cane; for he thought to himself, "No more stabbing in that room," and he crept through the door like a cat.
The man lay breathing stertorously, and his lips blowing out at every exhalation like lifeless lips urged by a strong wind, so that Cowen began to fear, not that he might wake, but that he might die.
It flashed across him he should have to leave England.
What he came to do seemed now wonderfully easy; he took the key by its ribbon carefully off the sleeper"s neck; unlocked the despatch-box, took off his hat, put the gold into it, locked the despatch-box, replaced the key, took up his hatful of money, and retired slowly on tiptoe as he came.
He had but deposited his stick and the booty on the bed, when the sham drunkard pinned him from behind, and uttered a shrill whistle. With a fierce snarl Cowen whirled his captor round like a feather, and dashed with him against the post of his own door, stunning the man so that he relaxed his hold, and Cowen whirled him round again, and kicked him in the stomach so felly that he was doubled up out of the way, and contributed nothing more to the struggle except his last meal. At this very moment two Bow Street runners rushed madly upon Cowen through the door of communication. He met one in full career with a blow so tremendous that it sounded through the house, and drove him all across the room against the window, where he fell down senseless; the other he struck rather short, and though the blood spurted and the man staggered, he was on him again in a moment, and pinned him. Cowen, a master of pugilism, got his head under his left shoulder, and pommelled him cruelly; but the fellow managed to hold on, till a powerful foot kicked in the door at a blow, and Bradbury himself sprang on Captain Cowen with all the fury of a tiger; he seized him by the throat from behind, and throttled him, and set his knee to his back; the other, though mauled and bleeding, whipped out a short rope, and pinioned him in a turn of the hand. Then all stood panting but the disabled men, and once more the pa.s.sage and the room were filled with pale faces and panting bosoms.
Lights flashed on the scene, and instantly loud screams from the landlady and her maids, and as they screamed they pointed with trembling fingers.
And well they might. There--caught red-handed in an act of robbery and violence, a few steps from the place of the mysterious murder, stood the stately figure of Captain Cowen and the mottled face and bottle nose of Daniel c.o.x condemned to die an just twelve hours" time.
CHAPTER IV
"Ay, scream, ye fools," roared Bradbury, "that couldn"t see a church by daylight." Then, shaking his fist at Cowen, "Thou villain! "Tisn"t one man you have murdered, "tis two. But please G.o.d I"ll save one of them yet, and hang you in his place. Way, there! not a moment to lose."
In another minute they were all in the yard, and a hackney-coach sent for.
Captain Cowen said to Bradbury, "This thing on my face is choking me."
"Oh, better than you have been choked--at Tyburn and all."
"Hang me. Don"t pillory me. I"ve served my country."
Bradbury removed the wax mask. He said afterward he had no power to refuse the villain, he was so grand and gentle.
"Thank you, sir. Now, what can I do for you? Save Daniel c.o.x?"
"Ay, do that, and I"ll forgive you."
"Give me a sheet of paper."
Bradbury, impressed by the man"s tone of sincerity, took him into the bar, and getting all his men round him, placed paper and ink before him.
He addressed to General Barrington, in attendance on His Majesty, these:--
General,--See His Majesty betimes, tell him from me that Daniel c.o.x, condemned to die at noon, is innocent, and get him a reprieve. O Barrington, come to your lost comrade. The bearer will tell you where I am. I cannot.
EDWARD COWEN.
"Send a man you can trust to Windsor with that, and take me to my most welcome death."
A trusty officer was despatched to Windsor, and in about an hour Cowen was lodged in Newgate.
All that night Bradbury labored to save the man that was condemned to die. He knocked up the sheriff of Middles.e.x, and told him all.
"Don"t come to me," said the sheriff; "go to the minister."
He rode to the minister"s house. The minister was up. His wife gave a ball--windows blaring, shadows dancing--musics--lights. Night turned into day. Bradbury knocked. The door flew open, and revealed a line of bedezined footmen, dotted at intervals Up the stairs.
"I must see my lord. Life or death. I"m an officer from Bow Street."
"You can"t see my lord. Ha is entertaining the Prootian Amba.s.sador and his sweet."