"Or in one of those great b.l.o.o.d.y wagons they use to bring in the Cornish tin..."
"Or pretend to be the barber to some n.o.ble traitor..."
"I myself have sneaked in with night-time burial processions, just to have a look around the place..."
"You could bribe the Wharf-guard to overlook you when they lock the place up for the night..."
The old man said, "Danny boy, if you hadn"t spent the last month at Shive Tor making all ready; and Jimmy, if you hadn"t been toiling over the coin-presses; you"d know that half of our number did. did. But for But for me me to enter by some such subtile way would not serve the to enter by some such subtile way would not serve the purpose purpose now, would it? Don"t stand there a-gawping at your Dad, move along, let"s get it done before the whole venture misfires! And if you get ahead of me, and you meet with any decent London folk who"d make good witnesses, why, don"t be foolish, take "em hostage! You know how it"s done!" now, would it? Don"t stand there a-gawping at your Dad, move along, let"s get it done before the whole venture misfires! And if you get ahead of me, and you meet with any decent London folk who"d make good witnesses, why, don"t be foolish, take "em hostage! You know how it"s done!"
A few minutes later they burst out into the light, and found themselves sharing a square stone platform with four Jews, two Filipinos, and a Negro.
" "Tis like the set-up for one of those tedious jests that are proffered in Taverns by Imbeciles," muttered the old pilgrim, but no one heard him.
Jimmy and Danny were flabbergasted by the view: the new dome of St. Paul"s in one direction, about a mile away. Opposite, and only half as far, the Tower of London. Just below them, and so close that they could hear the grinding of the Dutch water-engines being impelled by the out-going tide, was London Bridge.
"Tomba! What are these b.l.o.o.d.y Sons of Israel doing here!?" he demanded of the Negro.
Tomba was sitting crosslegged at the southeast corner of the platform. In his lap was a pulley, or in nautical jargon a block, as big as a bull"s head. He removed a whalebone fid from his mouth and said, "They came up to look at the view, mon. They"ve caused us no troubles." He had a spray of dreadlocks that would fill a bushel basket.
"Really I meant, in a larger sense, why do I encounter them everywhere I go," said the old pilgrim-though he was now stripping off the collar and cape to reveal conventional breeches, a long-skirted coat, and a breathtaking waistcoat made of cloth of gold with silver b.u.t.tons. He made sure that the Jews saw it. "Amsterdam, Algiers, Cairo, Manila-now here."
Tomba shrugged. "They got here first. You can"t pretend astonishment, when you see "em." He was working on a splice. This platform on which they all stood was impaled, as it were, on the shaft of the Monument: an immense fluted column that stood alone on Fish Street Hill. Supposedly its foundation covered the place where the Fire had started in 1666. Or so "twas a.s.serted by the Latin inscription on its base, which blamed the conflagration on Popish incendiaries, despatched from the Vatican. At any rate the middle of the high viewing-platform was occupied by a stone cylinder, which was the upper terminus of the stairway, as well as the support for diverse Barock decorations, k.n.o.bs, lanthorns, &c. piled on top to make the Monument that much taller. Several turns of rope had been laid round this by the two Filipinos, who"d set out their street-shoes in a tidy row so that they could work barefoot, sailor-style. The same ropes pa.s.sed through the eye of the huge block on Tomba"s lap. To look at it, a landlubber would phant"sy that the pulley had already been made fast to the top of the Monument; but the Filipinos were riggers, and would not let it rest until a good deal more splicing, seizing, stropping, and serving had been effected. They"d been busy enough, until now; but the arrival of the man in the golden waistcoat threw them into a lather, and even the Jews backed away from them, lest they get jabbed by a marlinspike or bludgeoned by a heaver, and find their forelocks unfathomably convolved with a turk"s-head.
The father of Jimmy and Danny went the long way round to the east side of the platform. A spygla.s.s emerged from his pocket and snicked out to length. He scanned some third of a mile of London, stretching from the square at the base of the Monument to the vast killing-ground of Tower Hill. Fifty years before, this had all been smoking cinders and puddles of liquefied roofing-lead. It followed that all the buildings standing there today were Stuart, and all of "em were brick, except for a few Wren-churches, which had a lot of stone to them. Closest was St. George"s, so near by that he could jump from here and splatter on its roof. But he had no use for St. George"s today, save as a landmark to establish a heading. Raising his gla.s.s then brought him straight to a view of St. Mary-at-Hill, five hundred and some feet from the Monument"s gaudy plinth. A bloke with a spygla.s.s was perched in its cupola; he took the instrument from his eye and waved. It seemed a cheerful gesture, not a warning, so he did not let his gaze linger there, other than to verify that there was a crossbow-man on the roof of that church, standing next to a copper tun and facing across the street (St. Mary Hill) toward a block of buildings on the eastern side. Beyond those, a few degrees to starboard, was a great hulk of a church, St.-Dunstan-in-the-East. Unauthorized personnel had likewise gained access to roof of same. It lay all of a hundred yards from St. Mary-at-Hill; and another hundred yards to the east of it it was another bulky fabrique whose roof too was infested with crossbow-men and other unlikely trespa.s.sers. This would be Trinity House, the Guild or Clubb of Thames river-pilots. The lower floors would be spa.r.s.ely occupied with retired tillermen drunk on sherry and wondering what all the confounded fuss was about. was another bulky fabrique whose roof too was infested with crossbow-men and other unlikely trespa.s.sers. This would be Trinity House, the Guild or Clubb of Thames river-pilots. The lower floors would be spa.r.s.ely occupied with retired tillermen drunk on sherry and wondering what all the confounded fuss was about.
Diverting now a bit to port, and some five hundred feet down-range, he found All Hallows Church, easily picked out by Barking Churchyard, which wrapped around it north, east, and south. Other than a sole sentry in the steeple, the place looked innocuous; the only activity was a funeral-procession making its way into the churchyard from Tower Street.
Beyond that was Tower Hill, an open glacis between the buildings of London and the moat of the Tower. It was put to diverse uses, viz. site of public decapitations, place for drilling of troops, and picnic-ground. Some ventured to name it a green. Today it was wholly brown, but enlivened by stripes of red. The garrison of the Tower used it as a place to rehea.r.s.e their tedious drills and maneuvers. This explained why it was brown, for the gra.s.s had not been able to maintain a grip on the pounded mud. The troops were drilling at this very moment, which explained the red stripes; for the Queen"s Own Black Torrent Guard, despite their name, wore red coats. They were grouped by company, which made it easy to number them even without aid of a spygla.s.s. Indeed their orderly battle-lines looked like nothing so much as tally-marks scratched in red chalk on a clay tile.
"I make them a dozen! There are fourteen companies in all; the First is downriver; twelve are there on Tower Hill; one, as is customary, standeth watch over the Tower. Of those, how many are out on the Wharf? Have you tallied them yet? No, never mind, ye"ll be a.s.sembling a certain Device...where is my d.a.m.ned bagpiper? Ah, now I see him, strolling on Water Lane...why, I phant"sy I can even hear his Heathenish Strains. Too bad for the Lieutenant! Now, where"s my Fire?" He twitched the gla.s.s hard to port, sweeping it across the whole expanse of the Tower. The northern wall and the moat flashed by, and then the stretch of Tower Hill that lay due north of the complex. This was but a narrow patch of open ground, for the city stretched out a lobe toward the Tower here, nearly pinching the Tower Hill green in half. At its closest approach, some of the buildings along Postern Row came within a stone"s throw of the Moat. These belonged not to the city of London but to the Tower of London itself; they were called the Tower hamlets, they had their own militia, their own Justices of the Peace, and their own Fire Brigade. Which was not merely a pedantic observation. For one of the buildings in the Tower Hamlets was on fire. The trail of smoke above it told that it had been smouldering for a long time; but just now, orange flames began to billow from its windows. The Fire Brigade had been called out from the taverns where they patiently waited, day in and day out, for an excuse to do their duty, and they were hastening out of the hamlets" diverse courts and culs-de-sac, out of Distiller"s Yard and Savage Gardens into Woodruff Lane. But they were outnumbered, and generally out-run, by persons who merely wanted to see a building burn down. This was the ever-present Mobility; or, for short, the Mobb.
"My people!" exclaimed the man mawkishly. Satisfied, he took the gla.s.s down from his eye, blinked a few times, and attended to the near-at-hand for the first time in several minutes. A huge Indian, blinded by sweat, was emerging from the stair carrying a bucket of silk thread. One of the Filipinos had scaled the stone k.n.o.b at the top of the Monument, a good twenty feet above, and lashed himself to the base of the lanthorn. He caught a coil of rope underhanded to him by his partner. Tomba spliced away, wielding that fib like a scribe with a pen, and glancing up alertly from time to time. The four Jews had made a cabal in the southwest corner and were avidly speculating as to what the h.e.l.l was going on. The only ones completely useless were Jimmy and Danny, still gazing, gobsmacked, down into the Tower.
"Wake up, ye b.l.o.o.d.y prats!" said the old man in the golden waistcoat. "Lest I come over and knock the dust out o" yer skulls." Then, before he could summon up any more such endearments, he was distracted by items of interest in the river Thames.
On the downstream side of the Bridge, a derelict-looking barge was tied up to the fourth starling from the near end. A short distance downstream, a sloop could be seen anch.o.r.ed in the Pool. She was in the act of weighing anchor. This was not remarkable. But she was running out her guns, which was was; and to boot, some hands were busy on her aft end, preparing to hoist a blue flag covered with gold fleurs-de-lis.
But even more than these, what truly commanded his attention was a huge wagon coming across the Bridge from Southwark, drawn by a team of eight horses. It looked like the sort of wagon that might be used to convey great building-stones from rural quarries into the precincts of the city. But its burden was covered by worn-out sails, and it was preceded and followed by a swarm of jubilant Black-guards who, if they were keeping to form, were probably picking pockets, purses, and shop-windows clean as they went, like gra.s.shoppers progressing through a field of ripe grain. As they crossed the Square-the open fire-break in mid-span-a man jumped off the wagon, darted to the downstream side, leaned over the parapet, and waved a swath of yellow cloth over his head a few times. His eyes were directed toward the fourth starling. There, a cutla.s.s severed a painter. The barge began to drift down with the tide.
"My boys. My doves," said the man in the golden waistcoat. "Every varlet in a mile radius is doing me a favor of some description, save you twain. Do you not wot how long it took me to h.o.a.rd all of the favors I am spending in this hour? Favors are harder to get than money. Faith, what I am doing here now is like shoveling guineas into the sea. Why am I doing it? Simple, boys: "tis all for you. All I want is to provide you lads with a proper Mum to look after you." His voice had gone thick; his face had collapsed and now bore no trace of anger. "Starin" at yon Tower as if you"d never seen the minars minars of Shahjahanabad. Remindin" me of my own self, a wee mudlark boy, first time Bob and I sallied up the river. Fascinating it might be to you, who"ve been "tending to other matters, and "tending well, I might add. But I am so b.l.o.o.d.y sick of the place, e"en though I"ve ne"er set foot in it. A thorough study of the Tower of London your father has made. Where the Tower is concerned, I am, as our friend Lord Gy would say, a dungeon o" learnin". No small toil for one as unused to study as I. Spent many hours plying with drink your Irish outlaws who have garrisoned it, and know its odd corners and pa.s.sages. Sent artists in to sketch me this or that tower. Stood up here on howling bitter days peering at it through a perspective-gla.s.s. Wooed the Tower"s maid-servants, bribed and blackmailed the Warders. To me "tis now as familiar as a parish church to its aged vicar. I have traced through foetid streets the invisible boundary of the Liberty of the Tower. I know which prisoners are close kept, and which have been granted that Liberty. I know the amount of the stipend that the Constable of the Tower is paid for looking after a Commoner-of- of Shahjahanabad. Remindin" me of my own self, a wee mudlark boy, first time Bob and I sallied up the river. Fascinating it might be to you, who"ve been "tending to other matters, and "tending well, I might add. But I am so b.l.o.o.d.y sick of the place, e"en though I"ve ne"er set foot in it. A thorough study of the Tower of London your father has made. Where the Tower is concerned, I am, as our friend Lord Gy would say, a dungeon o" learnin". No small toil for one as unused to study as I. Spent many hours plying with drink your Irish outlaws who have garrisoned it, and know its odd corners and pa.s.sages. Sent artists in to sketch me this or that tower. Stood up here on howling bitter days peering at it through a perspective-gla.s.s. Wooed the Tower"s maid-servants, bribed and blackmailed the Warders. To me "tis now as familiar as a parish church to its aged vicar. I have traced through foetid streets the invisible boundary of the Liberty of the Tower. I know which prisoners are close kept, and which have been granted that Liberty. I know the amount of the stipend that the Constable of the Tower is paid for looking after a Commoner-of- means and a Commoner-without-means. Of the guns that look out o"er the river, I know which are in good order, and may not be fired because of dry rot in their carriages. I know the number of dogs, how many of them are pets, how many are strays, and how many of the latter are mad. I know which prisoner dwells with which Warder in which house. I know the amount of the customary tip one must give to a Warder to gain entry to the Inner Ward. When the Gentleman Porter goes into the country to take the waters, and cannot "tend to his customary duty of locking the Tower"s gates at half-past-ten in the evening, who takes over that duty for him? I know. Did you know that the Steward of the Court of the Liberty of the Tower does double duty as its Coroner? Or that the Apothecary serves by warrant of the Constable, whereas the Barber is a wholly informal and unsworn position? I do, and indeed the Barber is one of our number. All these and numberless other things I know concerning the Tower. And at the end of my studies I have concluded that the place is naught more than just another queer English town, with a rickety wooden gaol and a parish church, and the only thing of note about it is that money is made there, and its leading citizens are all Lords committed for High Treason. I inform you of this now now so you"ll not be let down so you"ll not be let down anon anon when it"s amply shown "tis true; and also, so that you"ll stop gawping at it, and count the redcoats in the Wharf Guard, and a.s.semble the f.u.c.king Rocket!" when it"s amply shown "tis true; and also, so that you"ll stop gawping at it, and count the redcoats in the Wharf Guard, and a.s.semble the f.u.c.king Rocket!"
Jimmy and Danny had begun to rouse from their stupor round the point in the soliloquy when their father had brought up the subject of rabid dogs-even for those who lived a life of danger, this was a certain attention-getter. The terminal word "rocket" jolted them like the noose at a rope"s end. Jimmy shrugged off his cape and let it crumple to the stone deck. For a few moments Danny looked to be committing fratricide as he worked with a dirk under his brother"s arms, but he was only cutting away the web of ropes that bound the helmet-shaped burden to his back.
"d.a.m.n me, I should watch more and discourse less," remarked their father, surveying the rooftops below through his gla.s.s. "They"ve strung the lines while I was prating."
A thread of gossamer now connected the steeples of St. Mary-at-Hill and St. Dunstan-in-the-East, and thence ran almost in a straight line to the roof of Trinity House. But haply he focused on the streaming gutter of Tower Street just in time to see a crossbow-bolt flying above it. This pierced the copper roof-skin of All Hallows Church. It had only lodged there for a few moments when a dark-skinned, barefoot man scrambled to it, and commenced a curious hand-over-hand pantomime. He was pulling in yards of silken thread, too fine to be resolved by the gla.s.s. It was originating from a smooth-rubbed copper vat on the roof of Trinity House, and it got thicker as he pulled it in, so that if one had the patience to stand there and watch, it might in the end become visible.
He diverted his gla.s.s a few arc-seconds down into the adjoining churchyard, where the funeral had taken a macabre turn: the lid of the coffin had been tossed aside to reveal a helmet-shaped object with a long stick projecting from its base. Stored in the foot of the sarcophagus was another vat of coiled thread.
From there it was a flick of the gla.s.s to Tower Hill. The red lines were gone! The companies of soldiers had marched away. He scanned the Hill until he"d found them again: they had done just as he"d hoped. They had marched toward the smoke and the fire. As how could they not, for the fire had broken out in a building not far from Black Horse Stables, where these dragoons kept many of their horses. The protocol of London fires was as fixed and changeless as that of a coronation: first the fire brigades came, then the Mobb arrived, and finally soldiers marched out to drive away the Mobb. All was proceeding according to tradition.
He took the gla.s.s from his eye to make sure that his sons were doing their bit for the Plan. Indeed, they had lashed the pilgrim-staff to the rocket-head, and leaned it against the railing, aimed in the general direction of St. Mary-at-Hill. Several yards of iron chain trailed from the end of the stick and were now being spliced to a loose end of cord that trailed over the brim of the kettle that the Indian had lugged up here. So that was as it should be. He glanced straight down to verify that the large wagon was booming into position at the foot of the column. Then he moved in the direction of the river, to check on his naval maneuvers; but as he came near the stair exit, his progress was all of a sudden blocked by a tall slender fellow in a long robe, who emerged not even breathing hard.
"b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l-our Supervisor"s here, boys."
In response, spitting noises from Jimmy and Danny.
The robed one cast back his hood to reveal black hair with gray streaks and an unfashionable, but admittedly handsome, goatee. "Good day, Jack."
"Say instead Bonjour, Jacques Bonjour, Jacques, so that our hostages shall make a note of your Frenchitude. And while you are at it, Father Ed, make the sign of the cross a few times to show off your Catholicity."
Father edouard de Gex switched happily to French and raised his voice. "I shall have more than one occasion to cross myself before we are finished. Mon Dieu, are these the only hostages you could arrange? They are Jews." "I shall have more than one occasion to cross myself before we are finished. Mon Dieu, are these the only hostages you could arrange? They are Jews."
"I am aware of it. They"ll make better witnesses, as being impartial to the quarrel."
Father edouard de Gex"s nose was a magnificent piece of bone architecture surmounting nostrils big enough to swallow wine-corks. He put them to good use now, literally sniffing at the Jews. He threw back and cast off his long robe to reveal the black ca.s.sock of a Jesuit, complete with swingeing crucifix, rosary, and other regalia. The Jews-who had supposed, until now, that the business with the pulley was part of routine Monument maintenance-now could not choose between astonishment and fear; We came up to take in the view, We came up to take in the view, they seemed to say, they seemed to say, and never expected the Spanish Inquisition. and never expected the Spanish Inquisition.
"Where are the coins?" de Gex demanded.
"On your climb, did you nearly get tumbled off the stair by a great Indian who was on his way down?"
"Oui."
"When next we see him, he"ll have the coins. Now, if you do not mind, I"d gladly have a look at the river." Jack skirted de Gex and raised his gla.s.s, then faltered, as he did not really need it. The barge was drifting downriver with the tide-surge, and had covered perhaps a quarter of the distance to Tower Wharf. Men had emerged onto its deck and busied themselves with now-familiar preparations involving ropes and rockets. As for the sloop, she had now run out her French flag for everyone in the Pool to see, and seemed to be making a course for the Tower. Men were suddenly crowding her decks: men dressed all alike in powder-blue coats. If Jack had bothered with the spygla.s.s, he could have seen ropes, grapnels, blunderbusses, and other Marine hard-ware in their hands.
The question was: was anyone in the Tower in the Tower bothering to look? What if Jack threw a Boarding Party, and n.o.body came? bothering to look? What if Jack threw a Boarding Party, and n.o.body came?
Behind him de Gex, in the universal manner of Supervisory Personages, was asking useless questions. "Jimmy, what think you?"
"I think too much pivots on outcomes within the Tower," was Jimmy"s bleak answer.
De Gex seemed pleased to"ve been served up this opportunity to discharge the priestly office of succouring those who despaired. "Ah, I know the Tower is of an aspect very formidable. formidable. But unlettered man that you are, you want historical perspective. Do you know, Jimmy, who was the first prisoner ever held in the Tower of London?" But unlettered man that you are, you want historical perspective. Do you know, Jimmy, who was the first prisoner ever held in the Tower of London?"
"No," answered Jimmy, after deciding not to exercise his other option, viz. flinging de Gex off the Monument.
"It was his holiness Ranulf Flambard, Bishop of Durham. And do you know, Jimmy, who was the first prisoner to escape escape from the Tower?" from the Tower?"
"No idea."
"Ranulf Flambard. This was in the year of our Lord eleven hundred and one. Since then very little has changed. The Tower"s inmates refrain from escaping, not because the place is so competently looked after, but because they are mostly English gentlemen, who would look on it as bad form to leave. If the place were managed by Frenchmen our plan would be certain to fail, but as matters stand-"
"Come, they"re not so so bad," Jack put in, "see how the redcoats swarm to the Wharf. The alarm has gone up." bad," Jack put in, "see how the redcoats swarm to the Wharf. The alarm has gone up."
"Excellent," de Gex purred. "Then a Russian and a Scotsman may achieve what no Englishman would dream of."
Sloop Atalanta, Atalanta, off the Isle of Grain off the Isle of Grain LATE AFTERNOON.
WHEN NEXT THEY SAW C COLONEL Barnes, they were well down the last reach of the Hope. The tide was rushing away from them so ardently that it threatened to ground Barnes, they were well down the last reach of the Hope. The tide was rushing away from them so ardently that it threatened to ground Atalanta Atalanta on the floor of an empty Thames. The river drew narrower every minute as its contents fled to the sea, exposing vast gray-brown slatherings to the air. Southend could be seen a few miles off the port bow, stranded in a mud desert. But what dominated the prospect was the sweep of the open ocean, which now subtended a full quarter of the horizon. on the floor of an empty Thames. The river drew narrower every minute as its contents fled to the sea, exposing vast gray-brown slatherings to the air. Southend could be seen a few miles off the port bow, stranded in a mud desert. But what dominated the prospect was the sweep of the open ocean, which now subtended a full quarter of the horizon.
To starboard a fat sinuous river could be seen meandering out through the Kent marshes and nearly exhausting itself as it struggled across the ever-widening flat, trying to connect with the Thames.
"It is Yantlet Creek," announced Colonel Barnes. "All that lies beyond it is not the mainland, but the Isle of Grain."
"How can a creek form an island?" Daniel inquired.
"Questions such as that are the penalty we suffer for inviting Natural Philosophers," Barnes sighed.
"Sir Isaac asked, too?"
"Yes, and I"ll give you the same answer." Barnes unrolled his map, and traced the S S of Yantlet Creek inland to a place where it joined up with a ganglion of other creeks, some of which flowed the other direction, into the Medway on the opposite side of the isle. of Yantlet Creek inland to a place where it joined up with a ganglion of other creeks, some of which flowed the other direction, into the Medway on the opposite side of the isle.
"Gravity seems to be mocking us here-who can explain the flow of these streams?" Daniel mused.
"Perhaps Leibniz can," Barnes returned, sotto voce. sotto voce.
"So it is truly an island," Daniel admitted, "which raises the question: how will your mounted companies be able to cross over to it? I a.s.sume that is what they are doing."
Barnes used one dirty fingernail to trace the line of a road from the ferry wharf at Gravesend eastwards along the foot of the chalk hills. Where the Thames had jogged north to swing round the hammerhead, the road angled south to cut across its narrow handle, and then to follow the higher and drier ground a few miles inland of the Thames. "Here"s where they should have got ahead of us," Barnes said. "And here is the bridge-the only bridge-over Yantlet Creek to the Isle of Grain."
"Military man that you are, you lay great stress upon the onliness of that bridge," Daniel remarked.
"Military man that I am, I have made it mine, for today," Barnes stated. "My men have crossed over it, and hold the Isle end." Then he checked his watch, to rea.s.sure himself. "Jack and his men are pent up now on that Isle, they cannot escape by land. And if they should attempt it by sea-why, we shall be waiting for them, shan"t we?"
He could learn nothing further from the map, so Daniel looked up. He could now see a rectangular keep sticking up out the top of a cairn-like foundation, perhaps a mile ahead of them.
At high tide, Shive Tor might make, if not a pretty picture, then at least a striking Gothick spectacle, jutting out of sparkling water off the sh.o.r.e of the Isle of Grain, brooding over the traffic of ships through England"s front gate. But at this moment it stood alone in the middle of an expanse of drained muck the size of London.
"If Jack lives up to his reputation, he"ll have a vessel at his disposal-perhaps a bigger and better one than this," Daniel said-less to raise a serious objection than to egg Barnes on.
"But look beyond-behold what lies in the distance!" Barnes exclaimed.
Daniel now gazed past Shive Tor and perceived that there was water again, a mile or two beyond it. It required a moment or two to persuade himself that this must be the channel of the Medway. On the far bank of that lay a system of fortifications with a fishing-village cowering behind it: Sheerness.
"If Jack breaks for France, we need only signal Sheerness Fort. The Admiralty shall see to the rest," Barnes said. He said it distractedly, as he"d telescoped a bra.s.s perspective-gla.s.s to full length and was using it to squint at Shive Tor. "Not to worry, though-as we expected, he"s high and dry. There"s a ship-channel, you see, so that the Tor can be serviced by water, and Jack"s been dredging it deeper and deeper, so he can sail right up to the Tor with larger and larger vessels-but it"s no use during a spring tide. A longboat longboat would sc.r.a.pe the bottom of that ditch this evening." would sc.r.a.pe the bottom of that ditch this evening."
Round the time Shive Tor had emerged from behind the Isle of Grain, a new wind had flooded over the starboard bow. For the last few minutes the sailors had been attending to it, tr.i.m.m.i.n.g the canvas. Their business masked the more subtle operations of signalmen, who were at work with flags trying to communicate (or so Daniel a.s.sumed) with the dragoons who had disembarked at Gravesend. There was, in other words, a bit of a lull. Quite obviously, it would not last, and then there was no telling when Daniel would have another opportunity to speak to Barnes.
"Don"t mind Roger," he said.
"Beg your pardon, sir?"
"The Marquis of Ravenscar. Don"t be troubled. I shall send him a note."
"What sort of note, precisely?"
"Oh, I don"t know. "Dear Roger, fascinated to hear you are raising an army, oddly enough, so am I, and have already invited Colonel Barnes to be my Commander-in-Chief. Do let"s be allies. Your comrade-in- arms, Daniel." "
Barnes wanted to laugh but could not quite trust his ears, and so held it in, and went apoplectic red. "I should be indebted," he said.
"Not at all."
"If my men were to suffer, because of some political-"
"It is quite out of the question. Bolingbroke shall live out his declining years in France. The Hanovers shall come, and when they do, I shall extol you and your men to Princess Caroline."
Barnes bowed to him. Then he said, "Or perhaps not, depending upon what happens in the next hour."
"It shall go splendidly, Colonel Barnes. One more thing, before we are embroiled-?"
"Yes, Doctor?"
"Your superior wanted to convey some message to me?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"The Black-guard who accosted you on Tower Wharf this morning."
"Ah yes," Barnes said, and grinned. "Great big chap, dark and a bit gloomy, would"ve made a fine dragoon. Spoke in words I did not fully understand. Which was probably his intent. Wanted me to tell you that it was a lay."
Daniel was frozen for a count of ten.
"You all right, Doctor?"
"This breeze off the sea is quite bracing."
"I"ll get you a blanket."
"No, stay.... Those...those were his words? "It"s a lay"?"
"That was the entire message. What"s it signify? If you don"t mind my asking."
"It means we should all turn around and go back to London."
Barnes laughed. "Why"d we want to do such a thing, Doctor?"
"Because this is a trap. No, don"t you see? They somehow-Jack somehow-knew."
"Knew what, Doctor?"
"Everything. He led us on."
Barnes took a moment to think it through. "What, you"re saying the Russian was planted?"
"Just so! Why else would he have divulged so much, so soon?"
"Because Charles White had his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es in a vise?"