Saying which, he deliberately cut the bell-cord, and drew out a brace of pistols at the same time.
"Agnes!" shrieked Lady Rookwood, now seriously alarmed.
"I must caution your ladyship to be silent," said the robber, who, as our readers will no doubt have already conjectured, was no other than the redoubted Jack Palmer. "Agnes is already disposed of," said he, c.o.c.king a pistol. "However like your deceased "lord and master" I may appear, you will find you have got a very different spirit from that of Sir Piers to deal with. I am naturally the politest man breathing--have been accounted the best-bred man on the road by every lady whom I have had the honor of addressing; and I should be sorry to sully my well-earned reputation by anything like rudeness. I must use a little force, of the gentlest kind. Perhaps you will permit me to hand you to a chair. Bless me! what a wrist your ladyship has got. Excuse me if I hurt you, but you are so devilish strong. What ho! "Sir Piers Rookwood calls--""
"Ready," cried a voice.
"That"s the word," rejoined another; "ready;" and immediately two men, their features entirely hidden by a shroud of black c.r.a.pe, accoutred in rough attire, and each armed with pistols, rushed into the room.
"Lend a hand," said Jack.
Even in this perilous extremity Lady Rookwood"s courage did not desert her. Antic.i.p.ating their purpose, ere her a.s.sailants could reach her she extricated herself from Palmer"s grasp, and rushed upon the foremost so unexpectedly, that, before the man could seize her, she s.n.a.t.c.hed a pistol from his hand, and presented it at the group with an aspect like that of a tigress at bay--her eye wandering from one to the other, as if selecting a mark.
There was a pause of a few seconds, in which the men glanced at the lady, and then at their leader. Jack looked blank.
"Hem!" said he, coolly; "this is something new--disarmed--defied by a petticoat. Hark ye, Rob Rust, the disgrace rests with you. Clear your character, by securing her at once. What! afraid of a woman?"
"A woman!" repeated Rust, in a surly tone; "devilish like a woman, indeed. Few men could do what she has done. Give the word, and I fire.
As to seizing her, that"s more than I"ll engage to do."
"You are a coward," cried Jack. "I will steer clear of blood--if I can help it. Come, madam, surrender, like the more sensible part of your s.e.x, at discretion. You will find resistance of no avail." And he stepped boldly towards her.
Lady Rookwood pulled the trigger. The pistol flashed in the pan. She flung away the useless weapon without a word.
"Ha, ha!" said Jack, as he leisurely stooped to pick up the pistol, and approached her ladyship; "the bullet is not yet cast that is to be my billet. Here," said he, dealing Rust a heavy thump upon the shoulder with the b.u.t.t-end of the piece, "take back your snapper, and look you p.r.i.c.k the touchhole, or your barking-iron will never bite for you. And now, madam, I must take the liberty of again handing you to a seat. d.i.c.k Wilder, the cord--quick. It distresses me to proceed to such lengths with your ladyship--but safe bind, safe find, as Mr. Coates would say."
"You will not bind me, ruffian."
"Your ladyship is very much mistaken--I have no alternative--your ladyship"s wrist is far too dexterous to be at liberty. I must furthermore request of your ladyship to be less vociferous--you interrupt business, which should be transacted with silence and deliberation."
Lady Rookwood"s rage and vexation at this indignity were beyond all bounds. Resistance, however, was useless, and she submitted in silence.
The cord was pa.s.sed tightly round her arms, when it flashed upon her recollection for the first time that Coates and Tyrconnel, who were in charge of her captive in the lower corridor, might be summoned to her a.s.sistance. This idea no sooner crossed her mind than she uttered a loud and prolonged scream.
""Sdeath!" cried Jack; "civility is wasted here. Give me the gag, Rob."
"Better slit her squeaking-pipe at once," replied Rust, drawing his clasped knife; "she"ll thwart everything."
"The gag, I say, not _that_."
"I can"t find the gag," exclaimed Wilder, savagely. "Leave Rob Rust to manage her--he"ll silence her, I warrant you, while you and I rummage the room."
"Ay, leave her to me," said the other miscreant. "Go about your business, and take no heed. Her hands are fast--she can"t scratch. I"ll do it with a single gash--send her to join her lord, whom she loved so well, before he"s under ground. They"ll have something to see when they come home from the master"s funeral--their mistress _cut and dry_ for another. Ho, ho!"
"Mercy, mercy!" shrieked Lady Rookwood.
"Ay, ay, I"ll be merciful," said Rust, brandishing his knife before her eyes. "I"ll not be long about it. Leave her to me--I"ll give her a taste of Sir Sydney."
"No, no, Rust; no bloodshed," said Jack, authoritatively; "I"ll find some other way to gag the jade."
At this moment a noise of rapid footsteps was heard within the pa.s.sage.
"a.s.sistance comes," screamed Lady Rookwood. "Help! help!"
"To the door!" cried Jack. The words were scarcely out of his mouth before Luke dashed into the room, followed by Coates and Tyrconnel.
Palmer and his companions levelled their pistols at the intruders, and the latter would have fired, but Jack"s keen eye having discerned Luke amongst the foremost, checked further hostilities for the present. Lady Rookwood, meanwhile, finding herself free from restraint, rushed towards her deliverers, and crouched beneath Luke"s protecting arms, which were extended, pistol in hand, over her head. Behind them stood t.i.tus Tyrconnel, flourishing the poker, and Mr. Coates, who, upon the sight of so much warlike preparation, began somewhat to repent having rushed so precipitately into the lion"s den.
"Luke Bradley!" exclaimed Palmer, stepping forward.
"Luke Bradley!" echoed Lady Rookwood, recoiling and staring into his face.
"Fear nothing, madam," cried Luke. "I am here to a.s.sist you--I will defend you with my life."
"_You_ defend _me_!" exclaimed Lady Rookwood, doubtfully.
"Even _I_," cried Luke, "strange as it may sound."
"Holy powers protect me!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed t.i.tus. "As I live, it is Sir Piers himself."
"Sir Piers!" echoed Coates, catching the infection of terror, as he perceived Palmer more distinctly. "What! is the dead come to life again?
A ghost, a ghost!"
"By my soul," cried t.i.tus, "it"s the first ghost I ever heard of that committed a burglary in its own house, and on the night of the body"s burial, too. But who the devil are these? maybe they"re ghosts likewise."
"They are," said Palmer, in a hollow tone, mimicking the voice of Sir Piers, "attendant spirits. We are come for this woman; her time is out; so no more palavering, t.i.tus. Lend a hand to take her to the churchyard, and be hanged to you."
"Upon my conscience, Mr. Coates," cried t.i.tus, "it"s either the devil, or Sir Piers. We"ll be only in the way here. He"s only just settling his old scores with his lady. I thought it would come to this long ago. We"d best beat a retreat."
Jack took advantage of the momentary confusion created by this incidental alarm at his disguise to direct Rust towards the door by which the new comers had entered; and, this being accomplished, he burst into a loud laugh.
"What! not know me?" cried he--"not know your old friend with a new face, Luke? Nor you, t.i.tus? Nor you, who can see through a millstone, lawyer Coates, don"t you recognize----"
"Jack Palmer, as I"m a sinner!" cried t.i.tus. "Why, this beats Banaghan.
Arrah! Jack, honey, what does this mean? Is it yourself I see in such company? You"re not robbing in earnest?"
"Indeed but I am, friend t.i.tus," exclaimed Jack; "and _it is_ my own self you see. I just took the liberty of borrowing Sir Piers"s old hunting-coat from the justice-room. You said my toggery wouldn"t do for the funeral. I"m no other than plain Jack Palmer, after all."
"With half a dozen aliases at your back, I dare say," cried Coates. "_I_ suspected you all along. All your praise of highwaymen was not lost upon me. No, no; I _can_ see into a millstone, be it ever so thick."
"Well," replied Jack, "I"m sorry to see you here, friend t.i.tus. Keep quiet, and you shall come to no harm. As to you, Luke Bradley, you have antic.i.p.ated my intention by half an hour; I meant to set you free. For you, Mr. Coates, you may commit all future care of your affairs to your executors, administrators, and a.s.signs. You will have no further need to trouble yourself with worldly concerns," added he, levelling a pistol at the attorney, who, however, shielded himself, in an agony of apprehension, behind Luke"s person. "Stand aside, Luke."
"I stir not," replied Luke. "I thank you for your good intention, and will not injure you--that is, if you do not force me to do so. I am here to defend her ladyship."
"What"s that you say?" returned Jack, in surprise--"_defend_ her ladyship?"
"With my life," replied Luke. "Let me counsel you to depart."
"Are you mad? Defend her--Lady Rookwood--your enemy--who would hang you?
Tut, tut! Stand aside, I say, Luke Bradley, or look to yourself."