"So should I," added Coates. "Vastly!"
"You may both of you be gratified, gentlemen," said Palmer. "Talking of d.i.c.k Turpin, they say, is like speaking of the devil, he"s at your elbow ere the word"s well out of your mouth. He may be within hearing at this moment, for anything we know to the contrary."
"Body o" me!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Coates, "you don"t say so? Turpin in Yorkshire!
I thought he confined his exploits to the neighborhood of the metropolis, and made Epping Forest his headquarters."
"So he did," replied Jack, "but the cave is all up now. The whole of the great North Road, from Tottenham Cross to York gates, comes within d.i.c.k"s present range; and Saint Nicholas only knows in which part of it he is most likely to be found. He shifts his quarters as often and as readily as a Tartar; and he who looks for him may chance to catch a Tartar--ha!--ha!"
"It"s a disgrace to the country that such a rascal should remain unhanged," returned Coates, peevishly. "Government ought to look to it.
Is the whole kingdom to be kept in a state of agitation by a single highwayman?--Sir Robert Walpole should take the affair into his own hands."
"Fudge!" exclaimed Jack, emptying his gla.s.s.
"I have already addressed a letter to the editor of the _Common Sense_ on the subject," said Coates, "in which I have spoken my mind pretty plainly: and I repeat, it is perfectly disgraceful that such a rascal should be suffered to remain at large."
"You don"t happen to have that letter by you, I suppose," said Jack, "or I should beg the favor to hear it?--I am not acquainted with the newspaper to which you allude;--I read _Fog"s Journal_."
"So I thought," replied Coates, with a sneer; "that"s the reason you are so easily mystified. But luckily I have the paper in my pocket; and you are quite welcome to my opinions. Here it is," added he, drawing forth a newspaper. "I shall waive my preliminary remarks, and come to the point at once."
"By all means," said Jack.
""I thank G.o.d,"" began Coates, in an authoritative tone, ""that I was born in a country that hath formerly emulated the Romans in their public spirit; as is evident from their conquests abroad, and their struggles for liberty at home.""
"What has all this got to do with Turpin?" interposed Jack.
"You will hear," replied the attorney--"no interruptions if you please.
"But this n.o.ble principle,"" continued he, with great emphasis, ""though not utterly lost, I cannot think at present so active as it ought to be in a nation so jealous of her liberty.""
"Good!" exclaimed Jack. "There is more than "_common sense_" in that observation, Mr. Coates."
""My suspicion,"" proceeded Coates, ""is founded on a late instance. I mean the flagrant, undisturbed success of the notorious TURPIN, who hath robb"d in a manner scarce ever known before for several years, and is grown so insolent and impudent as to threaten particular persons, and become openly dangerous to the lives as well as fortunes of the people of England.""
"Better and better," shouted Jack, laughing immoderately. "Pray go on, sir."
""That a fellow,"" continued Coates, ""who is known to be a thief by the whole kingdom, shall for so long a time continue to rob us, and not only rob us, but make a jest of us----""
"Ha--ha--ha--capital! Excuse me, sir," roared Jack, laughing till the tears ran down his cheeks--"pray, pray, go on."
"I see nothing to laugh at," replied Coates, somewhat offended; "however, I will conclude my letter, since I have begun it--"not only rob us, but make a jest of us, shall defy the laws, and laugh at justice, argues a want of public spirit, which should make every particular member of the community sensible of the public calamity, and ambitious of the honor of extirpating such a notorious highwayman from society, since he owes his long successes to no other cause than his immoderate impudence, and the sloth and pusillanimity of those who ought to bring him to justice." I will not deny," continued Coates, "that, professing myself, as I do, to be a staunch new Whig, I had not some covert political object in penning this epistle.[22] Nevertheless, setting aside my principles----"
"Right," observed Jack; "you Whigs, new or old, always set aside your principles."
"Setting aside any political feeling I may entertain," continued Coates, disregarding the interruption, "I repeat, I am ambitious of extirpating this modern Cacus--this Autolycus of the eighteenth century."
"And what course do you mean to pursue?" asked Jack, "for I suppose you do not expect to catch this "_ought-to-lick-us_," as you call him, by a line in the newspapers."
"I am in the habit of keeping my own counsel, sir," replied Coates, pettishly; "and to be plain with you, I hope to finger all the reward myself."
"Oons, is there a reward offered for Turpin"s apprehension?" asked t.i.tus.
"No less than two hundred pounds," answered Coates, "and that"s no trifle, as you will both admit. Have you not seen the king"s proclamation, Mr. Palmer?"
"Not I," replied Jack, with affected indifference.
"Nor I," added t.i.tus, with some appearance of curiosity; "do you happen to have _that_ by you too?"
"I always carry it about with me," replied Coates, "that I may refer to it in case of emergency. My father, Christopher, or Kit Coates, as he was familiarly called, was a celebrated thief-taker. He apprehended Spicket, and Child, and half a dozen others, and always kept their descriptions in his pocket. I endeavor to tread in my worthy father"s footsteps. I hope to signalize myself by capturing a highwayman.
By-the-by," added he, surveying Jack more narrowly, "it occurs to me that Turpin must be rather like you, Mr. Palmer?"
"Like me," said Jack, regarding Coates askance; "like me--how am I to understand you, sir, eh?"
"No offence; none whatever, sir. Ah! stay, you won"t object to my comparing the description. That _can_ do no harm. n.o.body would take you for a highwayman--n.o.body whatever--ha! ha! Singular resemblance--he--he.
These things _do_ happen sometimes: not very often, though. But here is Turpin"s description in the _Gazette_, _June 28th_, A.D. 1737:--"_It having been represented to the King that Richard Turpin did, on Wednesday, the 4th of May last, rob on his Majesty"s highway Vavasour Mowbray, Esq., Major of the 2d troop of Horse Grenadiers_"--that Major Mowbray, by-the-by, is a nephew of the late Sir Piers, and cousin of the present baronet--"_and commit other notorious felonies and robberies near London, his Majesty is pleased to promise his most gracious pardon to any of his accomplices, and a reward of two hundred pounds to any person or persons who shall discover him, so as he may be apprehended and convicted_.""
"Odsbodikins!" exclaimed t.i.tus, "a n.o.ble reward! I should like to lay hands upon Turpin," added he, slapping Palmer"s shoulder: "I wish he were in your place at this moment, Jack."
"Thank you!" replied Palmer, shifting his chair.
""_Turpin_,"" continued Coates, ""_was born at Thacksted, in Ess.e.x; is about thirty_"--you, sir, I believe, are about thirty?" added he, addressing Palmer.
"Thereabouts," said Jack, bluffly. "But what has my age to do with that of Turpin?"
"Nothing--nothing at all," answered Coates; "suffer me, however, to proceed:--"_Is by trade a butcher_,"--you, sir, I believe, never had any dealings in that line?"
"I have some notion how to dispose of a troublesome calf," returned Jack. "But Turpin, though described as a butcher, is, I understand, a lineal descendant of a great French archbishop of the same name."
"Who wrote the chronicles of that royal robber Charlemagne; I know him,"
replied Coates--"a terrible liar!--The modern Turpin "_is about five feet nine inches high_"--exactly your height, sir--exactly!"
"I am five feet ten," answered Jack, standing bolt upright.
"You have an inch, then, in your favor," returned the unperturbed attorney, deliberately proceeding with his examination--""_he has a brown complexion, marked with the smallpox_.""
"My complexion is florid--my face without a seam," quoth Jack.
"Those whiskers would conceal anything," replied Coates, with a grin.
"n.o.body wears whiskers nowadays, except a highwayman."
"Sir!" said Jack, sternly. "You are personal."
"I don"t mean to be so," replied Coates; "but you must allow the description tallies with your own in a remarkable manner. Hear me out, however--"_his cheek bones are broad--his face is thinner towards the bottom--his visage short--pretty upright--and broad about the shoulders_." Now I appeal to Mr. Tyrconnel if all this does not sound like a portrait of yourself."
"Don"t appeal to me," said t.i.tus, hastily, "upon such a delicate point.
I can"t say that I approve of a gentleman being likened to a highwayman.
But if ever there was a highwayman I"d wish to resemble, it"s either Redmond O"Hanlon or Richard Turpin; and may the devil burn me if I know which of the two is the greater rascal!"
"Well, Mr. Palmer," said Coates, "I repeat, I mean no offence.
Likenesses are unaccountable. I am said to be like my Lord North; whether I am or not, the Lord knows. But if ever I meet with Turpin I shall bear you in mind--he--he! Ah! if ever I _should_ have the good luck to stumble upon him, I"ve a plan for his capture which couldn"t fail. Only let me get a glimpse of him, that"s all. You shall see how I"ll dispose of him."