Horace lowered himself carefully to a sitting position, so that his legs dangled in s.p.a.ce, and Fakrash took a seat by his side. "O, most indiscreet of mankind!" he began, in an aggrieved tone; "thou hast been near the committal of a great blunder, and doing ill to thyself and to me!"
"Well, I _do_ like that!" retorted Horace; "when you let me in for all that freedom of the City business, and then sneaked off, leaving me to get out of it the best way I could, and only came back just as I was about to explain matters, and carried me up through the roof like a sack of flour. Do you consider that tactful on your part?"
"Thou hadst drunk wine and permitted it to creep as far as the place of secrets."
"Only one gla.s.s," said Horace; "and I wanted it, I can a.s.sure you. I was obliged to make a speech to them, and, thanks to you, I was in such a hole that I saw nothing for it but to tell the truth."
"Veracity, as thou wilt learn," answered the Jinnee, "is not invariably the Ship of Safety. Thou wert about to betray the benefactor who procured for thee such glory and honour as might well cause the gall-bladder of lions to burst with envy!"
"If any lion with the least sense of humour could have witnessed the proceedings," said Ventimore, "he might have burst with laughter--certainly not envy. Good Lord! Fakrash," he cried, in his indignation, "I"ve never felt such an absolute a.s.s in my whole life! If nothing would satisfy you but my receiving the freedom of the City, you might at least have contrived some decent excuse for it! But you left out the only point there was in the whole thing--and all for what?"
"What doth it signify why the whole populace should come forth to acclaim thee and do thee honour, so long as they did so?" said Fakrash, sullenly. "For the report of thy fame would reach Bedeea-el-Jemal."
"That"s just where you"re mistaken," said Horace. "If you had not been in too desperate a hurry to make a few inquiries, you would have found out that you were taking all this trouble for nothing."
"How sayest thou?"
"Well, you would have discovered that the Princess is spared all temptation to marry beneath her by the fact that she became the bride of somebody else about thirty centuries ago. She married a mortal, one Seyf-el-Mulook, a King"s son, and they"ve both been dead a considerable time--another obstacle to your plans."
"It is a lie," declared Fakrash.
"If you will take me back to Vincent Square, I shall be happy to show you the evidence in your national records," said Horace. "And you may be glad to know that your old enemy, Mr. Jarjarees, came to a violent end, after a very sporting encounter with a King"s daughter, who, though proficient in advanced magic, unfortunately perished herself, poor lady, in the final round."
"I had intended _thee_ to accomplish his downfall," said Fakrash.
"I know," said Horace. "It was most thoughtful of you. But I doubt if I should have done it half as well--and it would have probably cost me an eye, at the very least. It"s better as it is."
"And how long hast thou known of these things?"
"Only since last night."
"Since last night? And thou didst not unfold them unto me till this instant?"
"I"ve had such a busy morning, you see," explained Horace. "There"s been no time."
"Silly-bearded fool that I was to bring this misbegotten dog into the august presence of the great Lord Mayor himself (on whom be peace!),"
cried the Jinnee.
"I object to being referred to as a misbegotten dog," said Horace, "but with the rest of your remark I entirely concur. I"m afraid the Lord Mayor is very far from being at peace just now." He pointed to the steep roof of the Guildhall, with its dormers and fretted pinnacles, and the slender lantern through which he had so lately made his inglorious exit.
"There"s the devil of a row going on under that lantern just now, Mr.
Fakrash, you may depend upon that. They"ve locked the doors till they can decide what to do next--which will take them some time. And it"s all your fault!"
"It was thy doing. Why didst thou dare to inform the Lord Mayor that he was deceived?"
"Why? Because I thought he ought to know. Because I was bound, particularly after my oath of allegiance, to warn him of any conspiracy against him. Because I was in such a hat. He"ll understand all that--he won"t blame _me_ for this business."
"It is fortunate," observed the Jinnee, "that I flew away with thee before thou couldst p.r.o.nounce my name."
"You gave yourself away," said Horace. "They all saw you, you know. You weren"t flying so particularly fast. They"ll recognise you again. If you _will_ carry off a man from under the Lord Mayor"s very nose, and shoot up through the roof like a rocket with him, you can"t expect to escape some notice. You see, you happen to be the only unbottled Jinnee in this City."
Fakrash shifted his seat on the cornice. "I have committed no act of disrespect unto the Lord Mayor," he said, "therefore he can have no just cause of anger against me."
Horace perceived that the Jinnee was not altogether at ease, and pushed his advantage accordingly.
"My dear good old friend," he said, "you don"t seem to realise yet what an awful thing you"ve done. For your own mistaken purposes, you have compelled the Chief Magistrate and the Corporation of the greatest City in the world to make themselves hopelessly ridiculous. They"ll never hear the last of this affair. Just look at the crowds waiting patiently below there. Look at the flags. Think of that gorgeous conveyance of yours standing outside the Guildhall. Think of the a.s.sembly inside--all the most aristocratic, n.o.ble, and distinguished personages in the land,"
continued Horace, piling it on as he proceeded; "all collected for what?
To be made fools of by a Jinnee out of a bra.s.s bottle!"
"For their own sakes they will preserve silence," said Fakrash, with a gleam of unwonted shrewdness.
"Probably they would hush it up, if they only could," conceded Horace.
"But how _can_ they? What are they to say? What plausible explanation can they give? Besides, there"s the Press: you don"t know what the Press is; but I a.s.sure you its power is tremendous--it"s simply impossible to keep anything secret from it nowadays. It has eyes and ears everywhere, and a thousand tongues. Five minutes after the doors in that hall are unlocked (and they can"t keep them locked _much_ longer) the reporters will be handing in their special descriptions of you and your latest vagaries to their respective journals. Within half an hour bills will be carried through every quarter of London--bills with enormous letters: "Extraordinary Scene at the Guildhall." "Strange End to a Civic Function." "Startling Appearance of an Oriental Genie in the City."
"Abduction of a Guest of the Lord Mayor." "Intense Excitement." "Full Particulars!" And by that time the story will have flashed round the whole world. "Keep silence," indeed! Do you imagine for a moment that the Lord Mayor, or anybody else concerned, however remotely, will ever forget, or be allowed to forget, such an outrageous incident as this? If you do, believe me, you"re mistaken."
"Truly, it would be a terrible thing to incur the wrath of the Lord Mayor," said the Jinnee, in troubled accents.
"Awful!" said Horace. "But you seem to have managed it."
"He weareth round his neck a magic jewel, which giveth him dominion over devils--is it not so?"
"You know best," said Horace.
"It was the splendour of that jewel and the majesty of his countenance that rendered me afraid to enter his presence, lest he should recognise me for what I am and command me to obey him, for verily his might is greater even than Suleyman"s, and his hand heavier upon such of the Jinn as fall into his power!"
"If that"s so," said Horace, "I should strongly advise you to find some way of putting things straight before it"s too late--you"ve no time to lose."
"Thou sayest well," said Fakrash, springing to his feet, and turning his face towards Cheapside. Horace shuffled himself along the ledge in a seated position after the Jinnee, and, looking down between his feet, could just see the tops of the thin and rusty trees in the churchyard, the black and serried swarms of foreshortened people in the street, and the scarlet-rimmed mouths of chimney-pots on the tiled roofs below.
"There is but one remedy I know," said the Jinnee, "and it may be that I have lost power to perform it. Yet will I make the endeavour." And, stretching forth his right hand towards the east, he muttered some kind of command or invocation.
Horace almost fell off the cornice with apprehension of what might follow. Would it be a thunderbolt, a plague, some frightful convulsion of Nature? He felt sure that Fakrash would hesitate at no means, however violent, of burying all traces of his blunder in oblivion, and very little hope that, whatever he did, it would prove anything but some worse indiscretion than his previous performances.
Happily none of these extreme measures seemed to have occurred to the Jinnee, though what followed was strange and striking enough.
For presently, as if in obedience to the Jinnee"s weird gesticulations, a lurid belt of fog came rolling up from the direction of the Royal Exchange, swallowing up building after building in its rapid course; one by one the Guildhall, Bow Church, Cheapside itself, and the churchyard disappeared, and Horace, turning his head to the left, saw the murky tide sweeping on westward, blotting out Ludgate Hill, the Strand, Charing Cross, and Westminster--till at last he and Fakrash were alone above a limitless plain of bituminous cloud, the only living beings left, as it seemed, in a blank and silent universe.
"Look again!" said Fakrash, and Horace, looking eastward, saw the spire of Bow Church, rosy once more, the Guildhall standing clear and intact, and the streets and house-tops gradually reappearing. Only the flags, with their unrestful shiver and ripple of colour, had disappeared, and, with them, the waiting crowds and the mounted constables. The ordinary traffic of vans, omnibuses, and cabs was proceeding as though it had never been interrupted--the clank and jingle of harness chains, the cries and whip-crackings of drivers, rose with curious distinctness above the incessant trampling roar which is the ground-swell of the human ocean.
"That cloud which thou sawest," said Fakrash, "hath swept away with it all memory of this affair from the minds of every mortal a.s.sembled to do thee honour. See, they go about their several businesses, and all the past incidents are to them as though they had never been."
It was not often that Horace could honestly commend any performance of the Jinnee"s, but at this he could not restrain his admiration. "By Jove!" he said, "that certainly gets the Lord Mayor and everybody else out of the mess as neatly as possible. I must say, Mr. Fakrash, it"s much the best thing I"ve seen you do yet."
"Wait," said the Jinnee, "for presently thou shalt see me perform a yet more excellent thing."
There was a most unpleasant green glow in his eyes and a bristle in his thin beard as he spoke, which suddenly made Horace feel uncomfortable.
He did not like the look of the Jinnee at all.
"I really think you"ve done enough for to-day," he said. "And this wind up here is rather searching. I shan"t be sorry to find myself on the ground again."