When he came to himself, the first face he noticed was that of Daniel c.o.x, eying him, not with pity, but with puzzled curiosity. Cowen shuddered and closed his own eyes to avoid this blighting glare. Then, without opening them, he muttered, "What has befallen me? I feel no wound."
"Laws forbid, sir!" said the landlady, leaning over him. "Your honor did but swoon for once, to show you was born of a woman, and not made of nought but steel. Here, you gaping loons and s.l.u.ts, help the Captain to his room amongst ye, and then go about your business."
This order was promptly executed, so far as a.s.sisting Captain Cowen to rise; but he was no sooner on his feet than he waved them all from him haughtily, and said, "Let me be. It is the mind--it is the mind;" and he smote his forehead in despair, for now it all came back on him.
Then he rushed into the inn, and locked himself into his room. Female curiosity buzzed about the doors, but was not admitted until he had recovered his fort.i.tude, and formed a bitter resolution to defend himself and his son against all mankind.
At last there came a timid tap, and a mellow voice said, "It is only me, Captain. Prithee let me in."
He opened to her, and there was Barbara with a large tray and a snow-white cloth. She spread a table deftly, and uncovered a roast capon, and uncorked a bottle of white port, talking all the time. "The mistress says you must eat a bit, and drink this good wine, for her sake. Indeed, sir, "twill do you good after your swoon." With many such encouraging words she got him to sit down and eat, and then filled his gla.s.s and put it to his lips. He could not eat much, but he drank the white port--a wine much prized, and purer than the purple vintage of our day.
At last came Barbara"s post-diet. "But alack! to think of your fainting dead away! O Captain, what is the trouble?"
The tear was in Barbara"s eye, though she was the emissary of Dame Cust"s curiosity, and all curiosity herself.
Captain Cowen, who had been expecting this question for some time, replied, doggedly, "I have lost the best friend I had in the world."
"Dear heart!" said Barbara, and a big tear of sympathy, that had been gathering ever since she entered the room, rolled down her cheeks.
She put up a corner of her ap.r.o.n to her eyes. "Alas, poor soul!" said she. "Ay, I do know how hard it is to love and lose; but bethink you, sir, "tis the lot of man. Our own turn must come. And you have your son left to thank G.o.d for, and a warm friend or two in this place, tho"
they be but humble."
"Ay, good wench," said the soldier, his iron nature touched for a moment by her goodness and simplicity, "and none I value more than thee. But leave me awhile."
The young woman"s honest cheeks reddened at the praise of such a man.
"Your will"s my pleasure, sir," said she, and retired, leaving the capon and the wine.
Any little compunction he might have at refusing his confidence to this humble friend did not trouble him long. He looked on women as leaky vessels; and he had firmly resolved not to make his situation worse by telling the base world that he was poor. Many a hard rub had put a fine point on this man of steel.
He glozed the matter, too, in his own mind. "I told her no lie. I have lost my best friend, for I"ve lost my money."
From that day Captain Cowen visited the tap-room no more, and indeed seldom went out by daylight. He was all alone now, for Mr. Gardiner was gone to Wiltshire to collect his rents. In his solitary chamber Cowen ruminated his loss and the villany of mankind, and his busy brain revolved scheme after scheme to repair the impending ruin of his son"s prospects. It was there the iron entered his soul. The example of the very footpads he had baffled occurred to him in his more desperate moments, but he fought the temptation down: and in due course one of them was transported, and one hung; the other languished in Newgate.
By and by he began to be mysteriously busy, and the door always locked.
No clew was ever found to his labors but bits of melted wax in the fender and a tuft or two of gray hair, and it was never discovered in Knightsbridge that he often begged in the City at dusk, in a disguise so perfect that a frequenter of the "Swan" once gave him a groat. Thus did he levy his tax upon the stony place that had undone him.
Instead of taking his afternoon walk as heretofore, he would sit disconsolate on the seat of a staircase window that looked into the yard, and so take the air and sun: and it was owing to this new habit he overheard, one day, a dialogue, in which the foggy voice of the hostler predominated at first. He was running down Captain Cowen to a pot-boy. The pot-boy stood up for him. That annoyed c.o.x. He spoke louder and louder the more he was opposed, till at last he bawled out, "I tell ye I"ve seen him a-sitting by the judge, and I"ve seen him in the dock."
At these words Captain Cowen recoiled, though he was already out of sight, and his eye glittered like a basilisk"s.
But immediately a new voice broke upon the scene, a woman"s. "Thou foul-mouthed knave! Is it for thee to slander men of worship, and give the inn a bad name? Remember I have but to lift my finger to hang thee, so drive me not to"t. Begone to thy horses this moment; thou art not fit to be among Christians. Begone, I say, or it shall be the worse for thee;" and she drove him across the yard, and followed him up with a current of invectives, eloquent even at a distance though the words were no longer distinct: and who should this be but the housemaid, Barbara Lamb, so gentle, mellow, and melodious before the gentlefolk, and especially her hero, Captain Cowen!
As for Daniel c.o.x, he cowered, writhed, and wriggled away before her, and slipped into the stable.
Captain Cowen was now soured by trouble, and this persistent enmity of that fellow roused at last a fixed and deadly hatred in his mind, all the more intense that fear mingled with it.
He sounded Barbara; asked her what nonsense that ruffian had been talking, and what he had done that she could hang him for. But Barbara would not say a malicious word against a fellow-servant in cold blood.
"I can keep a secret," said she. "If he keeps his tongue off you, I"ll keep mine."
"So be it," said Cowen. "Then I warn you I am sick of his insolence; and drunkards must be taught not to make enemies of sober men nor fools of wise men." He said this so bitterly that, to soothe him, she begged him not to trouble about the ravings of a sot. "Dear heart," said she, "n.o.body heeds Dan c.o.x."
Some days afterward she told him that Dan had been drinking harder than ever, and wouldn"t trouble honest folk long, for he had the delusions that go before a drunkard"s end; why, he had told the stable-boy he had seen a vision of himself climb over the garden wall, and enter the house by the back door. "The poor wretch says he knew himself by his bottle nose and his cowskin waistcoat; and, to be sure, there is no such nose in the parish--thank Heaven for"t!--and not many such waistcoats." She laughed heartily, but Cowen"s lip curled in a venomous sneer. He said: "More likely "twas the knave himself. Look to your spoons, if such a face as that walks by night." Barbara turned grave directly; he eyed her askant, and saw the random shot had gone home.
Captain Cowen now often slept in the City, alleging business.
Mr. Gardiner wrote from Salisbury, ordering his room to be ready and his sheets well aired.
One afternoon he returned with a bag and a small valise, prodigiously heavy. He had a fire lighted, though it was fine autumn, for he was chilled with his journey, and invited Captain Cowen to sup with him.
The latter consented, but begged it might be an early supper, as he must sleep in the City.
"I am sorry for that," said Gardiner. "I have a hundred and eighty guineas there in that bag, and a man could get into my room from yours."
"Not if you lock the middle door," said Cowen. "But I can leave you the key of my outer door, for that matter."
This offer was accepted; but still Mr. Gardiner felt uneasy. There had been several robberies at inns, and it was a rainy, gusty night. He was depressed and ill at ease. Then Captain Cowen offered him his pistols, and helped him load them--two bullets in each. He also went and fetched him a bottle of the best port, and after drinking one gla.s.s with him, hurried away, and left his key with him for further security.
Mr. Gardiner, left to himself, made up a great fire and took a gla.s.s or two of the wine; it seemed remarkably heady and raised his spirits.
After all, it was only for one night; to-morrow he would deposit his gold in the bank. He began to unpack his things and put his nightdress to the fire; but by and by he felt so drowsy that he did but take his coat off, put his pistols under the pillow, and lay down on the bed and fell fast asleep.
That night Barbara Lamb awoke twice, thinking each time she heard doors open and shut on the floor below her.
But it was a gusty night, and she concluded it was most likely the wind. Still a residue of uneasiness made her rise at five instead of six, and she lighted her tinder and came down with a rushlight. She found Captain Cowen"s door wide open; it had been locked when she went to bed. That alarmed her greatly. She looked in. A glance was enough. She cried, "Thieves! thieves!" and in a moment uttered scream upon scream.
In an incredibly short time pale and eager faces of men and women filled the pa.s.sage.
Cowen"s room, being open, was entered first. On the floor lay what Barbara had seen at a glance--his portmanteau rifled and the clothes scattered about. The door of communication was ajar; they opened it, and an appalling sight met their eyes: Mr. Gardiner was lying in a pool of blood and moaning feebly. There was little hope of saving him; no human body could long survive such a loss of the vital fluid. But it so happened there was a country surgeon in the house. He stanched the wounds--there were three--and somebody or other had the sense to beg the victim to make a statement. He was unable at first; but, under powerful stimulants, revived at last, and showed a strong wish to aid justice in avenging him. By this time they had got a magistrate to attend, and he put his ear to the dying man"s lips; but others heard, so hushed was the room and so keen the awe and curiosity of each panting heart.
"I had gold in my portmanteau, and was afraid. I drank a bottle of wine with Captain Cowen, and he left me. He lent me his key and his pistols. I locked both doors. I felt very sleepy, and lay down. When I woke, a man was leaning over my portmanteau. His back was toward me.
I took a pistol, and aimed steadily. It missed fire. The man turned and sprang on me. I had caught up a knife, one we had for supper. I stabbed him with all my force. He wrested it from me, and I felt piercing blows. I am slain. Ay, I am slain."
"But the man, sir. Did you not see his face at all?"
"Not till he fell on me. But then, very plainly. The moon shone."
"Pray describe him."
"Broken hat."
"Yes."
"Hairy waistcoat."
"Yes."
"Enormous nose."
"Do you know him?"