"Why have you told me?" I cried.
His face contracted suddenly. (It was growing very dark by now, and we had no candles. The muscles of his face stood out like cords.)
"Not so loud!" said he; and then: "Well, are you not one of us? You are pledged very deeply, sir; I tell you."
Then came the blessed relief. For the first moment, so genuine appeared his pa.s.sion, I had believed him; and that the ambushment was there, as he had said. Then, like a train of gunpowder, light ran along my mind and I understood that it was the same game still that they were playing with me; that there was no ambushment ready; that they had indeed fixed upon this journey of the King"s; but that they were unprepared and desired delay. His anxiety about my servant; his evident displeasure and impatience; his sending for me at all when he must have known over and over again that I was not of his party--each detail fitted in like a puzzle. And yet I must not shew a sign of it!
I hid my face in my hands for a moment, to think what I could answer.
Then I looked up.
"Mr. Rumbald," said I, "you are right. I am too deeply pledged. Tell me what I am to do. It is sink or swim with me now."
He believed, of course, that I was lying; and so I was, but not as he thought. He believed that he had gained his point; and the relief of that thought melted him. He believed, that is, that I should presently make an excuse to get hold of my servant and send him off to delay the King"s coming. Then, I suppose, he saw the one flaw in his design; and he strove, very pitifully, to put it right.
"One more thing, Mr. Mallock," said he, "this is not the only party that waits for him. There is another on the Royston road, among the downs near Barkway. They will catch him whichever way he comes."
I nodded.
"I had supposed so," I said; for I did not wish to confuse him further.
"Well," said he, "why I have sent for you is that you may help me here.
There may be more guards with the King than we think for. It may come to a fight; and even a siege here--if they come this way. We must be ready to defend this place for a little."
It was, indeed, pitiful to see how poor he was as an actor. His sternness was all gone, or very nearly: he babbled freely and drunkenly--walking up and down the chamber, like a restless beast. He told me point after point that he need not--even their very code--how "swan-quills" and "goose-quills" and "crow-quills" stood for blunderbusses and muskets and pistols; and "sand and ink" for powder and b.a.l.l.s. It was, as I say, pitiful to see him, now that his anxiety was over, and he had me, as he thought, in his toils. It was a very strange nature that he had altogether;--this old Cromwellian and Puritan--and I am not sure to this day whether he were not in good faith in his murderous designs. I thought of these things, even at this moment; and wondered what he would do if he knew the truth.
At supper he fell silent again, and even morose; and I think it possible he may have had some suspicions of me; for he suspected everyone, I think. But he brightened wonderfully when I said with a very innocent air that I would like my servant to be fetched, and that I would give him his instructions and send him back to London, for that I did not wish to embroil him in this matter.
"Why, certainly, Mr. Mallock," he said, "it is what I wish. I trust you utterly, as you see. You shall see him where you will."
He turned to his old man who came in at that instant, and bade him fetch Mr. Mallock"s servant from Hoddesdon. I described him to Alick, and scribbled a note that would bring him. Then we fell to the same kind of talking again.
It was eight o"clock, pretty well, by the time that James came to the Rye. I had determined to see him out of doors where none could hear us; and before eight I was walking up and down in the dark between the gate and the house, talking to my host. When the two men came through the gate, Rumbald was very particular to leave me immediately, that I might, as he thought, send my man to Newmarket to put off the King"s coming; and have no interruption.
"I will leave you," said he. "You shall see how much I trust you."
I waited till he was gone in and the door shut. Then I took James apart into a little walled garden that I had noticed as I came in, where we could not by any chance be overheard. Even then too I spoke in a very small whisper.
"James," said I, "go back to Hoddesdon; and get a fresh horse. Leave all luggage behind and ride as light as you can, for you must go straight to Newmarket; and be there before six o"clock, at any cost. Go straight to the King"s lodgings, and ask for any of Mr. Chiffinch"s men that are there, whom you know. Do you know of any who are there?"
"Yes, sir," whispered James; and he named one.
"Very good. With him you must go straight to His Majesty; and have him awakened if need be. Tell him that you come from me--Mr. Chiffinch"s men will support you in that. Tell His Majesty that if he values his life he must return to town to-morrow--and not sleep anywhere on the way: and that the Duke of York must come with him. Tell him that there is no fear whatever if he comes at once; but that there is every fear if he delays. He had best come, too, by this road and not by Royston. You understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"I shall remain here until to-morrow night at the earliest. If I am not at home by Sunday night, go to Mr. Chiffinch, as I told you this morning. Is all clear?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then go at once. Spare no horses or expense. Good-night, James."
"Good-night, sir."
I watched him out of the gate. Then I turned and went back to the house.
CHAPTER X
It was a strange night and day that followed. On the one side my host found it hard, I think, to maintain the story he had told me, in action; for, in accordance with his tale, he had to bear himself as though he expected before nightfall the a.s.sa.s.sination of the King and His Royal Highness half a mile away, and the rush of the murderers to his house for shelter. On my side, it was scarcely less hard, for I knew nothing of how my man James had fared, or whether or no His Majesty would act upon my message. I guessed, however, that he would, if only my man got there; for Chiffinch"s men (who now followed him everywhere) would be as eager as I that no danger should come to him.
My plans therefore were more secure than Rumbald"s; since I knew, either that His Majesty would come, and no harm done, or that, merely, he would not come. In the latter case Rumbald would be certified that I had done as he thought I would; and would, no doubt, let me go peacefully, to use me again later in the same manner, if occasion rose. For myself, then, I intended after nightfall at the latest to ride back to London and report all that had pa.s.sed; and, if the King had not come, to lay all in Mr.
Chiffinch"s hands for his further protection.
I was left a good deal to myself during the morning--Mr. Rumbald"s powers of dissimulation being, I think, less than his desire for them; and I did not quarrel with that. I was very restless myself, and spent a good deal of time in examining the house and the old arms, used no doubt, forty years ago in the Civil War, that were hung up everywhere.
Within, as well as without, it was liker an a.r.s.enal or a barracks, than a dwelling-house. Its lonely situation too, and its strength, made it a very suitable place for such a design as that which its owner had for it. The great chamber, at the head of the stairs, and over the archway, where we had our food, was no doubt the room where the conspirators had held their meetings.
A little before eleven o"clock, as I was walking in the open s.p.a.ce between the house and the gate, I saw a fellow look in suddenly from the road, and then was away again. Every movement perturbed me, as may be imagined in such suspense; yet anything was better than ignorance, and I called out to let him see that I had observed him. So he came forward again; and I saw him to be the little carpenter, or what not, that had wished to speak to Rumbald yesterday at the inn.
He saluted me very properly.
"I beg your pardon, sir," said he, "but is Mr. Rumbald within?"
Now I had seen Mr. Rumbald, not ten minutes ago, slip back into the house from the outhouses where he had pretended to go upon some preparation or other for the reception of the a.s.sa.s.sins this evening; but he had not known that I saw him.
"He is very busy at present," said I. "Cannot I do your business for you?"
(I tried to look as if I knew more than I did.)
"Why, sir," he said, "I think not."
He seemed, I thought, in a very pitiable state. (I learned some months later that he was come down expressly to dissuade Rumbald from any attempt at that time; but I did not know that then.) Here, only, thought I, is one of the chicken-hearted ones. I determined to play upon his fears, if I could, and at the same time, perhaps, upon his hopes.
"I think I can, however," I said. "You would be out of the business, if you could, would you not?"
He turned so white that I thought he would have fallen. I saw that my shot had told; but it was not a hard one to make.
"Hold up, man," I said. "Why, what do you suppose I am here for?"
"What business, sir?" he said. "I do not know what you mean."
I smiled; so that he could see me do it.
"Very good, then," I said. "I will leave you to Mr. Rumbald;" and I made as if I would pa.s.s on.