After dinner I went up to my chamber; and a great heaviness fell upon me, till I looked out of the window and saw that beyond the limes the clouds spewed a reddish tint that marked the approach of thunder; and at that grew rea.s.sured again; and not only for myself but for my Cousin Dorothy, whose tale had lain close on my heart through the morning: for this thought I, is the explanation of it all: the maid was oppressed by the heat and the approaching storm, and fancied all the rest.
I fell asleep in my chair, over my Italian; and when I awakened it was near supper-time, and the heaviness was upon me again, like lead; and my diary not written.
After supper and some talk, I made excuse to do my writing; and as it was growing dark, and I was finishing, I heard music from the Great Chamber beneath. They were singing together a song I had not heard before; and I listened, well pleased, promising myself the pleasure too of going downstairs presently and hearing it.
Between two of the verses, I heard on a sudden, over the hill-top beyond the village, the beat of a horse"s hoofs, galloping; but I thought no more of it. At the end of the next verse, even before it was finished, I heard the hoofs again, through the music; I ran to the window to see who rode so fast; and was barely in time to see a courier, in a blue coat, dash past the new iron gate, pulling at his horse as he did so; an instant later, I heard the horse turn in at the yard gate, and immediately the singing ceased.
As I came down the stairs, I saw my Cousin Dolly run out into the inner lobby, and her face, in the dusk, was as white as paper; and the same instant there came a hammering at the hall door.
"What is it? What is it?" cried she; and clung to me as I came down.
I saw, through the inner door, my Cousin Tom unbolting the outer one; he had taken down a pistol that hung upon the wall, for the highwaymen waxed very bold sometimes; then when he opened the door, I heard my name.
I went forward, and received from the courier, a sealed letter; and there, in the twilight I opened and read it. It was from Mr. Chiffinch, bidding me come to town at once on King"s business.
"I must ride to town," I said. "Cousin Tom, will you order my horse for me; and another for this man? I do not know when I shall be back again."
And, as I said these words, I saw my Cousin Dorothy"s face looking at me from the dusk of the inner hall, and knew what was in her mind; and that it was the matter of the tall old woman in her room.
CHAPTER V
The storm was broken before we could set out, and the ride so far as Hoddesdon was such as I shall never forget; for the wind was violent against us; and it was pitchy dark before we came even to Puckeridge; the thunder was as if great guns were shot off, or bags of marbles dashed on an oak floor overhead; and the countryside was as light as day under the flashes, so that we could see the trees and their shadows, and, I think, sometimes the green colour of them too. We wore, all three of us--the courier, I and my man James--horse-men"s cloaks, but these were saturated within half an hour. We had no fear of highwaymen, even had we not been armed, for the artillery of heaven had long ago driven all other within doors.
The hardest part of the journey was that I knew, no more than the dead--indeed not so much--why it was that Mr. Chiffinch had sent for me.
He had said nothing in his letter, save that His Majesty wished my presence at once; and on the outside of the letter was written the word "Haste," three times over. I thought of a hundred matters that it might be, but none of them satisfied me.
It is near forty miles from Hare Street to Whitehall; but so bad was the way that, though we changed horses at Waltham Cross--at the _Four Swans_--we did not come to London until eight o"clock in the morning; and it was half-past eight before we rode up to Whitehall. The last part of the journey was pretty pleasant, for the rain held off; and it was strange to see the white hard light of the clouded dawn upon the fields and the trees. But by the time we came to London it was long ago broad day--by three or four hours at the least; and all the folks were abroad in the streets.
I went straight to Mr. Chiffinch"s lodgings, sending my man to the lodging in Covent Garden, to bestow the horses and to come again to the guard-house to await my orders. Mr. Chiffinch was not within, for he had not expected me so early, a servant told me; but he had looked for my coming about eleven or twelve o"clock, and had given orders that I was to be taken to a closet to change my clothes if I needed it. This I did; and then was set down to break my fast; and while I was at it, Mr.
Chiffinch himself came in.
He told me that I had done very well to come so swiftly; but he smiled a little as he said it.
"His Majesty is closeted with one or two more until ten o"clock. I will send to let him know you are come."
I did not ask him for what business I had been sent for; since he did not choose to tell me himself; and he went out again. But he was presently back once more; and told me that His Majesty would see me at once.
My mind was all perturbed as I went with him in the rain across the pa.s.sages: I felt as if some great evil threatened, but I could make no conjecture as to what it was about; or how it could be anything that was at once so sudden and that demanded my presence. We went straight up the stairs, and across the same ante-room; and Mr. Chiffinch flung open the door of the same little closet where I had spoken with the King, speaking my name as he did so.
His Majesty was sitting in the very same place where he sat before, with his chair wheeled about, so that he faced three men. One of them I knew at once, for my cousin had pointed him out to me in the park--my Lord Danby, who was Lord Treasurer at this time--and he was sitting at the end of the great table, nearest to the King: on the other side of the table, nearer to me as I entered, were two men, upon whom I had never set eyes before--one of them, a little man in the dress of an apothecary or attorney; and the other a foolish-looking minister in his ca.s.sock and bands. All four turned their eyes upon me as I came in, and then the two who were standing, turned them back again towards His Majesty. There was a heap of papers on the table below my Lord Danby"s hand.
His Majesty made a little inclination of his head to me, but said nothing, putting out his hand; and when I had kissed it, and stood back with the other two, he continued speaking as if I were not there. His face had a look, as if he were a little _ennuye_, and yet a little merry too.
"Continue, my Lord," he said.
"Now, doctor," said my Lord, in a patient kind of voice as if he encouraged the other, "you tell us that all these papers were thrust under your door. By whom were they thrust, do you think?"
"My Lord, I have my suspicions," said the minister; "but I do not know."
"Can you verify these suspicions of yours, do you think?"
"My Lord, I can try."
"And under how many heads are they ranged?" asked the King, drawling a little in his speech.
"Sir; they are under forty-three heads."
The King rolled his eyes, as if in a droll kind of despair; but he said nothing.
"And you tell me--" began my Lord; but His Majesty broke in:
"_Mon Dieu_!" he said; "and here is good Mr. Mallock, come here hot-foot, and knows not a word of the proceedings. Mr. Mallock, these good gentlemen--Doctor Tonge, a very worthy divine and a physician of the soul, and Mr. Kirby, a very worthy chymist, and a physician of the body--are come to tell me of a plot against my life on the part of some of my faithful lieges, whereby they would thrust me swiftly down to h.e.l.l--body and soul together. So that, I take it is why G.o.d Almighty hath raised up these physicians to save me. I wish you to hear their evidence. That is why I sent for you. Continue, my Lord."
My Lord looked a little displeased, pursing up his mouth, at the manner in which the King told the tale; but he said nothing on that point.
"Grove and Pickering, then, it appears, were to shoot His Majesty; and Wakeman to poison him--"
("They will take no risks you see, Mr. Mallock," put in the King.)
"Yes, my Lord," said Tonge. "They were to have screwed pistols, with silver bullets, champed, that the wounds may not heal."
("Prudent! prudent!" cried the King.)
Then my Lord Danby lost his patience; and pushed the papers together with a sweep of his arm.
"Sir," he said, "I think we may let these worthy gentlemen go for the present, until the papers are examined."
"With all my heart," said the King. "But not Mr. Mallock. I wish to speak privately with Mr. Mallock."
So the two were dismissed; but I noticed that the King did not give them his hand to kiss. They appeared to me a pair of silly folks, rather than wicked as others thought them afterwards, who themselves partly believed, at any rate, the foolish tale that they told. Mr. Kirby was a little man, as I have said, with a sparrow-like kind of air; and Doctor Tonge had no great distinction of any kind, except his look of foolishness.
When they were gone, my Lord Danby turned to the King, with a kind of indignation.
"Your Majesty may be pleased to make a mock of it all; but your loving subjects cannot. I have permission then to examine these papers, and report to Your Majesty?"
"Why, yes," said the King, "so you do not inflict the forty-three heads upon me. I have one of my own which I must care for."
My Lord said no more; he gathered his papers without a word, saluted the King at a distance, still without speaking, and went out, giving me a sharp glance as he went.
"Now, Mr. Mallock," said His Majesty, "sit you down and listen to me."
I sat down; but I was all bewildered as to why I had been sent for. What had I to do with such affairs as these?
"Do you know of a man called Grove?" the King asked me suddenly.