Arthur replied that he did not know; he had "stepped out" somewhere. Arthur Channing was not one to make mischief, or get another into trouble. Mr. Galloway asked no further; he probably inferred that Yorke had only just gone. He sat down at Jenkins"s desk, and began to read over a lease.
"Can I have the stamps, sir, for this deed?" Arthur presently asked.
"They are not ready. Have the letters gone to the post?"
"Not yet, sir."
"You can take them now, then. And, Arthur, suppose you step in, as you return, and see how Jenkins is."
"Very well, sir." He went into Mr. Galloway"s room, and brought forth the three letters from the rack. "Is this one not to be sealed?" he inquired of Mr. Galloway, indicating the one directed to Ventnor, for it was Mr. Galloway"s invariable custom to seal letters which contained money, after they had been gummed down. "It is doubly safe," he would say.
"Ay, to be sure," replied Mr. Galloway. "I went off in a hurry, and did not do it. Bring me the wax."
Arthur handed him the wax and a light. Mr. Galloway sealed the letter, stamping it with the seal hanging to his watch-chain. He then held out his hand for another of the letters, and sealed that. "And this one also?" inquired Arthur, holding out the third.
"No. You can take them now."
Arthur departed. A few paces from the door he met Roland Yorke, coming along in a white heat.
"Channing, I could not help it--I could not, upon my honour. I had to go somewhere with Knivett, and we were kept till now. Galloway"s in an awful rage, I suppose?"
"He has only just come in. You had no right to play me this trick, Yorke. But for Hamish, I must have locked up the office. Don"t you do it again, or Mr. Galloway may hear of it."
"It is all owing to that confounded Jenkins!" flashed Roland. "Why did he go and get his head smashed? You are a good fellow, Arthur. I"ll do you a neighbourly turn, some time."
He sped into the office, and Arthur walked to the post with the letters. Coming back, he turned into Mrs. Jenkins"s shop in the High Street.
Mrs. Jenkins was behind the counter. "Oh, go up! go up and see him!" she cried, in a tone of suppressed pa.s.sion. "His bedroom"s front, up the two-pair flight, and I"ll take my affidavit that there"s been fifty folks here this day to see him, if there has been one. I could sow a peck of peas on the stairs! You"ll find other company up there."
Arthur groped his way up the stairs; they were dark too, coming in from the sunshine. He found the room, and entered. Jenkins lay in bed, his bandaged head upon the pillow; and, seated by his side, his ap.r.o.n falling, and his clerical hat held between his knees, was the Bishop of Helstonleigh.
CHAPTER XV.
A SPLASH IN THE RIVER.
Amongst other facts, patent to common and uncommon sense, is the very obvious one that a man cannot be in two places at once. In like manner, no author, that I ever heard of, was able to relate two different portions of his narrative at one and the same time. Thus you will readily understand, that if I devoted the last chapter to Mr. Galloway, his clerks and their concerns generally, it could not be given to Mr. Ketch and his concerns; although in the strict, order of time and sequence, the latter gentleman might have claimed an equal, if not a premier right.
Mr. Ketch stood in his lodge, leaning for support upon the shut-up press-bedstead, which, by day, looked like a high chest of drawers with bra.s.s handles, his eyes fixed on the keys, hanging on the opposite nail. His state of mind may be best expressed by the strong epithet, "savage." Mr. Ketch had not a pleasant face at the best of times: it was yellow and withered; and his small bright eyes were always dropping water; and the two or three locks of hair, which he still possessed, were faded, and stood out, solitary and stiff, after the manner of those pictures you have seen of heathens who decorate their heads with upright tails. At this moment his countenance looked particularly unpleasant.
Mr. Ketch had spent part of the night and the whole of this morning revolving the previous evening"s affair of the cloisters. The more he thought of it, the less he liked it, and the surer grew his conviction that the evil had been the work of his enemies, the college boys.
"It"s as safe as day," he wrathfully soliloquized. "There be the right keys," nodding to the two on the wall, "and there be the wrong ones," nodding towards an old knife-tray, into which he had angrily thrown the rusty keys, upon entering his lodge last night, accompanied by the crowd. "They meant to lock me up all night in the cloisters, the wicked cannibals! I hope the dean"ll expel "em! I"ll make my complaint to the head-master, I will! Drat all college schools! there"s never no good done in "em!"
"How are you this morning, Ketch?"
The salutation proceeded from Stephen Bywater, who, in the boisterous manner peculiar to himself and his tribe, had flung open the door without the ceremony of knocking.
"I"m none the better for seeing you," growled Ketch.
"You need not be uncivil," returned Bywater, with great suavity. "I am only making a morning call upon you, after the fashion of gentlefolks; the public delights to pay respect to its officials, you know. How do you feel after that mishap last night? We can"t think, any of us, how you came to make the mistake."
"I"ll "mistake" you!" shrieked Ketch. "I kep" a nasty old, rusty brace o" keys in my lodge to take out, instead o" the right ones, didn"t I?"
"How uncommonly stupid it was of you to do so!" said Bywater, pretending to take the remark literally. "I would not keep a duplicate pair of keys by me--I should make sure they"d bring me to grief. What do you say? You did not keep duplicate keys--they were false ones! Why, that"s just what we all told you last night. The bishop told you so. He said he knew you had made a mistake, and taken out the wrong keys for the right. My belief is, that you went out without any keys at all. You left them hanging upon the nail, and you found them there. You had not got a second pair!"
"You just wait!" raved old Ketch. "I"m a-coming round to the head-master, and I"ll bring the keys with me. He"ll let you boys know whether there"s two pairs, or one. Horrid old rusty things they be; as rusty as you!"
"Who says they are rusty?"
"Who says it! They are rusty!" shrieked the old man. "You"d like to get me into a madhouse, you boys would, worrying me! I"ll show you whether they"re rusty! I"ll show you whether there"s a second brace o" keys or not. I"ll show "em to the head-master! I"ll show "em to the dean! I"ll show "em again to his lordship the bi--What"s gone of the keys?"
The last sentence was uttered in a different tone and in apparent perplexity. With shaking hands, excited by pa.s.sion, Mr. Ketch was rummaging the knife-box--an old, deep, mahogany tray, dark with age, divided by a part.i.tion--rummaging for the rusty keys. He could not find them. He searched on this side, he searched on that; he pulled out the contents, one by one: a black-handled knife, a white-handled fork, a green-handled knife with a broken point, and a brown-handled fork with one p.r.o.ng, which comprised his household cutlery; a small whetstone, a comb and a blacking-brush, a gimlet and a small hammer, some leather shoe-strings, three or four tallow candles, a match-box and an extinguisher, the key of his door, the bolt of his cas.e.m.e.nt window, and a few other miscellanies. He could not come upon the false keys, and, finally, he made a s.n.a.t.c.h at the tray, and turned it upside down. The keys were not there.
When he had fully taken in the fact--it cost him some little time to do it--he turned his anger upon Bywater.
"You have took "em, you have! you have turned thief, and stole "em! I put "em here in the knife-box, and they are gone! What have you done with "em?"
"Come, that"s good!" exclaimed Bywater, in too genuine a tone to admit a suspicion of its truth. "I have not been near your knife-box; I have not put my foot inside the door."
In point of fact, Bywater had not. He had stood outside, bending his head and body inwards, his hands grasping either door-post.
"What"s gone with "em? who "as took "em off? I"ll swear I put "em there, and I have never looked at "em nor touched "em since! There"s an infamous conspiracy forming against me! I"m going to be blowed up, like Guy Fawkes!"
"If you did put them there--"_if_," you know--some of your friends must have taken them," cried Bywater, in a tone midway between reason and irony.
"There haven"t a soul been nigh the place," shrieked Ketch.
"Except the milk, and he gave me my ha"porth through the winder."
"Hurrah!" said Bywater, throwing up his trencher. "It"s a clear case of dreams. You dreamt you had a second pair of keys, Ketch, and couldn"t get rid of the impression on awaking. Mr. Ketch, D.H., Dreamer-in-chief to Helstonleigh!"
Bywater commenced an aggravating dance. Ketch was aggravated sufficiently without it. "What d"ye call me?" he asked, in a state of concentrated temper that turned his face livid. ""D?" What d"ye mean by "D?" D stands for that bad sperit as is too near to you college boys; he"s among you always, like a ranging lion. It"s like your impedence to call me by his name."
"My dear Mr. Ketch! call you by his name! I never thought of such a thing," politely retorted Bywater. "You are not promoted to that honour yet. D.H., stands for Deputy-Hangman. Isn"t it affixed to the cathedral roll, kept amid the archives in the chapter-house"--John Ketch, D.H., porter to the cloisters! "I hope you don"t omit the distinguishing initials when you sign your letters?"
Ketch foamed. Bywater danced. The former could not find words. The latter found plenty.
"I say, though, Mr. Calcraft, don"t you make a similar mistake when you are going on public duty. If you were to go _there_, dreaming you had the right apparatus, and find, in the last moment, that you had brought the wrong, you don"t know what the consequences might be. The real victim might escape, rescued by the enraged crowd, and they might put the nightcap upon you, and operate upon you instead! So, be careful. We couldn"t afford to lose you. Only think, what a lot of money it would cost to put the college into mourning!"
Ketch gave a great gasp of agony, threw an iron ladle at his tormentor, which, falling short of its aim, came clanking down on the red-brick floor, and banged the door in Bywater"s face. Bywater withdrew to a short distance, under cover of the cathedral wall, and bent his body backwards and forwards with the violence of his laughter, unconscious that the Bishop of Helstonleigh was standing near him, surveying him with an exceedingly amused expression. His lordship had been an ear-witness to part of the colloquy, very much to his edification.
"What is your mirth, Bywater?"
Bywater drew himself straight, and turned round as if he had been shot. "I was only laughing, my lord," he said, touching his trencher.
"I see you were; you will lose your breath altogether some day, if you laugh in that violent manner. What were you and Ketch quarrelling about?"
"We were not quarrelling, my lord. I was only chaff--teasing him," rejoined Bywater, subst.i.tuting one word for the other, as if fearing the first might not altogether be suited to the bishop"s ears; "and Ketch fell into a pa.s.sion."
"As he often does, I fear," remarked his lordship. "I fancy you boys provoke him unjustifiably."
"My lord," said Bywater, turning his red, impudent, but honest face full upon the prelate, "I don"t deny that we do provoke him; but you can have no idea what an awful tyrant he is to us. I can"t believe any one was ever born with such a cross-grained temper. He vents it upon every one: not only upon the college boys, but upon all who come in his way. If your lordship were not the bishop," added bold Bywater, "he would vent it upon you."
"Would he?" said the bishop, who was a dear lover of candour, and would have excused a whole bushel of mischief, rather than one little grain of falsehood.
"Not a day pa.s.ses, but he sets upon us with his tongue. He would keep us out of the cloisters; he would keep us out of our own schoolroom. He goes to the head-master with the most unfounded cram--stories, and when the master declines to notice them (for he knows Ketch of old), then he goes presumingly to the dean. If he let us alone, we should let him alone. I am not speaking this in the light of a complaint to your lordship," Bywater added, throwing his head back. "I don"t want to get him into a row, tyrant though he is; and the college boys can hold their own against Ketch."
"I expect they can," significantly replied the bishop. "He would keep you out of the cloisters, would he?"
"He is aiming at it," returned Bywater. "There never would have been a word said about our playing there, but for him. If the dean shuts us out, it will be Ketch"s doings. The college boys have played in the cloisters since the school was founded."
"He would keep you out of the cloisters; so, by way of retaliation, you lock him into them--an uncomfortable place of abode for a night, Bywater."
"My lord!" cried Bywater.
"Sir!" responded his lordship.
"Does your lordship think it was I who played that trick on Ketch?"
"Yes, I do--speaking of you conjointly with the school."
Bywater"s eyes and his good-humoured countenance fell before the steady gaze of the prelate. But in the gaze there was an earnest--if Bywater could read it aright--of good feeling, of excuse for the mischief, rather than of punishment in store. The boy"s face was red enough at all times, but it turned to scarlet now. If the bishop had before suspected the share played in the affair by the college boys, it had by this time been converted into a certainty.
"Boy," said he, "confess it if you like, be silent if you like; but do not tell me a lie."
Bywater turned up his face again. His free, fearless eyes--free in the cause of daring, but fearless in that of truth--looked straight into those of the bishop. "I never do tell lies," he answered. "There"s not a boy in the school punished oftener than I am; and I don"t say but I generally deserve it! but it is never for telling a lie. If I did tell them, I should slip out of many a sc.r.a.pe that I am punished for now."
The bishop could read truth as well as any one--better than many--and he saw that it was being told to him now. "Which of you must be punished for this trick as ringleader?" he asked.
"I, my lord, if any one must be," frankly avowed Bywater. "We should have let him out at ten o"clock. We never meant to keep him there all night. If I am punished, I hope your lordship will be so kind as allow it to be put down to your own account, not to Ketch"s. I should not like it to be thought that I caught it for him. I heartily beg your pardon, my lord, for having been so unfortunate as to include you in the locking-up. We are all as sorry as can be, that it should have happened. I am ready to take any punishment, for that, that you may order me."
"Ah!" said the bishop, "had you known that I was in the cloisters, your friend Ketch would have come off scot free!"
"Yes, that he would, until--"
"Until what?" asked the bishop, for Bywater had brought his words to a standstill.
"Until a more convenient night, I was going to say, my lord."
"Well, that"s candid," said the bishop. "Bywater," he gravely added, "you have spoken the truth to me freely. Had you equivocated in the slightest degree, I should have punished you for the equivocation. As it is, I shall look upon this as a confidential communication, and not order you punishment. But we will not have any more tricks played at locking up Ketch. You understand?"
"All right, my lord. Thank you a hundred times."
Bywater, touching his trencher, leaped off. The bishop turned to enter his palace gates, which were close by, and encountered Ketch talking to the head-master. The latter had been pa.s.sing the lodge, when he was seen and pounced upon by Ketch, who thought it a good opportunity to make his complaint.
"I am as morally sure it was them, sir, as I am that I be alive." he was saying when the bishop came up. "And I don"t know who they has dealings with; but, for certain, they have sperited away them rusty keys what did the mischief, without so much as putting one o" their noses inside my lodge. I placed "em safe in the knife-box last night, and they"re gone this morning. I hope, sir, you"ll punish them as they deserve. I am nothing, of course. If they had locked me up, and kept me there till I was worn to a skeleton, it might be thought light of; but his lordship, the bishop"--bowing sideways to the prelate--"was a sufferer by their wickedness."
"To be sure I was," said the bishop, in a grave tone, but with a twinkle in his eye; "and therefore the complaint to Mr. Pye must be preferred by me, Ketch. We will talk of it when I have leisure," he added to Mr. Pye, with a pleasant nod, as he went through the palace gates.
The head-master bowed to the bishop, and walked away, leaving Ketch on the growl.
Meanwhile, Bywater, flying through the cloisters, came upon Hurst, and two or three more of the conspirators. The time was between nine and ten o"clock. The boys had been home for breakfast after early school, and were now rea.s.sembling, but they did not go into school until a quarter before ten.
"He is such a glorious old trump, that bishop!" burst forth Bywater. "He knows all about it, and is not going to put us up for punishment. Let"s cut round to the palace gates and cheer him."
"Knows that it was us!" echoed the startled boys. "How did it come out to him?" asked Hurst.
"He guessed it, I think," said Bywater, "and he taxed me with it. So I couldn"t help myself, and told him I"d take the punishment; and he said he"d excuse us, but there was to be no locking up of Mr. Calcraft again. I"d lay a hundred guineas the bishop went in for sc.r.a.pes himself, when he was a boy!" emphatically added Bywater. "I"ll be bound he thinks we only served the fellow right. Hurrah for the bishop!"
"Hurrah for the bishop!" shouted Hurst, with the other chorus of voices. "Long life to him! He"s made of the right sort of stuff! I say, though, Jenkins is the worst," added Hurst, his note changing. "My father says he doesn"t know but what brain fever will come on."
"Moonshine!" laughed the boys.
"Upon my word and honour, it is not. He pitched right upon his head; it might have cost him his life had he fallen upon the edge of the stone step, but they think he alighted flat. My father was round with him this morning at six o"clock."
"Does your father know about it?"
"Not he. What next?" cried Hurst. "Should I stand before him, and take my trencher off, with a bow, and say, "If you please, sir, it was the college boys who served out old Ketch!" That would be a nice joke! He said, at breakfast, this morning, that that fumbling old Ketch must have got hold of the wrong keys. "Of course, sir!" answered I."
"Oh, what do you think, though!" interrupted Bywater. "Ketch can"t find the keys. He put them into a knife-box, he says, and this morning they are gone. He intended to take them round to Pye, and I left him going rampant over the loss. Didn"t I chaff him?"
Hurst laughed. He unb.u.t.toned the pocket of his trousers, and partially exhibited two rusty keys. "I was not going to leave them to Ketch for witnesses," said he. "I saw him throw them into the tray last night, and I walked them out again, while he was talking to the crowd."
"I say, Hurst, don"t be such a ninny as to keep them about you!" exclaimed Berkeley, in a fright. "Suppose Pye should go in for a search this morning, and visit our pockets? You"d floor us at once!"
"The truth is, I don"t know where to put them," ingenuously acknowledged Hurst. "If I hid them at home, they"d be found; if I dropped them in the street, some hullaballoo might arise from it."
"Let"s carry them back to the old-iron shop, and get the fellow to buy them back at half-price!"
"Catch him doing that! Besides, the trick is sure to get wind in the town; he might be capable of coming forward and declaring that we bought the keys at his shop."
"Let"s throw "em down old Pye"s well!"
"They"d come up again in the bucket, as ghosts do!"
"Couldn"t we make a railway parcel of them, and direct it to "Mr. Smith, London?""
""Two pounds to pay; to be kept till called for,"" added Mark Galloway, improving upon the suggestion. "They"d put it in their fire-proof safe, and it would never come out again."
"Throw them into the river," said Stephen Bywater. "That"s the only safe place for them: they"d lie at the bottom for ever. We have time to do it now. Come along."