CHAPTER IV
I said never a word as we went back, first downstairs between the Yeomen, then to the right, and so round through the little familiar pa.s.sage and up the stairs. I could hear the tramp of guards behind, and knew that they had followed us from the Queen"s lodgings and would be at the doors after we were within. I was completely stunned, except, I think, for a little glimmer of sense still left which told me that the least said in any public place, the better. Mr. Chiffinch, too, I could see very well, was as bewildered as myself--for, so far as I was concerned, there was not yet the faintest suspicion in my mind as to what was the matter. At least, I told myself, my conscience was clear.
So soon as we were within the closet, the page, having again shut the door carefully behind me came forward to where I stood.
"Sit down, Mr. Mallock," said he, in a low voice, but very kindly.
I could see that his face was very pale and that he seemed greatly agitated. When I was seated, he sat himself down at his table a little way off.
"This is a terrible affair," he said, "and I do not know--"
"For G.o.d"s sake," I whispered suddenly, "tell me what I am charged with."
He looked up at me sharply.
"You do not know, Mr. Mallock?"
"Before G.o.d," I said, "I have no more idea what the pother is about than--"
"Well, shortly," he said, "it is treason."
"Treason! Why--"
He leaned forward and took up a pen, to play with as be talked.
"I will tell you the whole thing from the beginning," he said. "You must have patience. An hour ago a clerk came to me here from the Board of the Green Cloth to tell me that the magistrates desired my presence there immediately on a matter of the highest importance. I went there directly and found three or four of them there, with Sir George Jeffreys whom they had sent for, it seemed, as they did not know what course to pursue, and had thought perhaps that I might throw some light upon it.
They were very grave indeed, and presently mentioned your name, saying that a charge had been laid against you before one of the Westminster magistrates, of having been privy to the Ryehouse Plot."
"Why--" cried I, with sudden relief.
He held up his hand.
"Wait," he said, "I too laughed when I heard that; and gave them to understand on what side you had been throughout that matter, and how you had been in His Majesty"s service and that I myself was privy to every detail of the affair. They looked more easy at that; and I thought that all was over. But they asked me to look at papers they had of yours--"
"Papers! Of mine!" I cried.
"Yes, Mr. Mallock. Papers of yours. I will tell you presently how they came by them. Well; there were about a dozen, I suppose, altogether; and some of them I knew all about, and said so. These were notes and reports that you had shewed to me: and there were three or four more which, though I had not seen them I could answer for. But there was one, Mr.
Mallock, that I could not understand at all."
He paused and looked at me; and I could see that he was uneasy.
Now it may appear incredible; but even then I could not think of what paper he meant. To the best of my belief I had shewn him everything that I thought to be of the least importance--notes and reports, as he had said, such as was that which I had made in the wherry on my way up from Wapping one night.
I shook my head.
"I do not know what you mean," I said. "Where did they get the papers from?"
"Think again, Mr. Mallock. I said it was on a charge of treason just now. Well: I will say now that it may be no more than misprision of treason."
Still I had no suspicion. I was thinking still, I suppose, of my lodgings here in Whitehall and of a few papers I had there.
"You must tell me," I said.
"Mr. Mallock," he said, "this paper I speak of was in cypher. It contained--"
"Lord!" I cried. "Cousin Tom!--"
Then I bit my lip; but it was too late.
"Yes," said the other, very gravely. "I can see that you remember. It was your cousin who brought them up from Hare Street. He found them all in a little hiding-hole: and conceived it to be his duty--"
"His duty!" I cried. "Good G.o.d! why--"
Then again I checked myself.
"Mr. Chiffinch," said I, "I remember the paper perfectly: at least I remember that I had it, though I have never read it or thought anything of it."
"It is in very easy cypher, sir," said he, with some severity.
"Well; it was too hard for me," I said.
"Then why did you not shew it to me?" he asked.
"Lord! man," I said, "I tell you it was gone clean from my memory. I got it from Rumbald a great while ago--a year or two at the least before the Plot. It was on my mind to send it to you; but I did not. I had no idea that it was of the least importance."
"A letter, in cypher, and from Rumbald! And you thought it of no importance--even though the names of my Lord Shaftesbury and half a dozen others are written in full!"
"I tell you I forgot it," I said sullenly, for I had not looked for suspicion from this man.
He still looked at me, as if searching my face: and I suppose that I presented the very picture of an unmasked villain; for the whole affair was so surprising and unexpected that I was completely taken aback.
"Well," he said, "if you had but shewn me that paper, we could have forestalled the whole affair."
"What was in it?" I asked, striving to control myself.
"You tell me you do not know?" he asked.
Then indeed I lost control of myself. I stood up.
"Mr. Chiffinch," I said, "I see that you do not believe a word that I say. It will be best if you take me straight to those who have authority to question me."
He did not move.
"You had best sit down again, Mr. Mallock. I do not say that I do not believe you. But I will allow that I do not know what to think. You are a very shrewd man, sir; and it truly is beyond my understanding that you should have forgotten so completely this most vital matter. I wish to be your friend; but I confess I do not understand. Oh! sit down, man!" he cried suddenly. "Do not playact with me. Just answer my questions."
I sat down again. I saw that he was sincere and that indeed he was puzzled; and my anger went.