The curiosity to know the exact words the paper contained was meanwhile extreme, and a thousand absurd versions gained currency; for, in the absence of all fact, invention was had recourse to. "Young Darcy is here,--he was seen this morning on the mail,--it was he himself gave the letter." Such were among the rumors around; while Con Hefferman, coolly tapping his snuff-box, asked one of the lawyers near him, but in a voice plainly audible on either side, "I hope our friend Bagenal Daly is well; have you seen him lately?"
From that moment an indistinct murmur ran through the crowd that it was Daly had come back to "the West" to challenge the bar, and the whole bench, if necessary. Many added that there could no longer be any doubt of the fact, as Mr. Heffernan had seen and spoken to him.
Order was at last restored; but so completely had this new incident absorbed all the interest of the trial, that already the galleries began to thin, and of the great crowd that filled the body of the court, many had taken their departure. The Counsellor arose, agitated and evidently disconcerted, to finish his task: he spoke, indeed, indignantly of the late attempt to coerce the free expression of the advocate "by a brutal threat;" but the theme seemed one he felt no pleasure in dwelling upon, and he once more addressed himself to the facts of the case.
The judge charged briefly; and the jury, without retiring from the box, brought in a verdict for Hickman O"Reilly.
When the judges retired to unrobe, a messenger of the court summoned O"Halloran to their chamber. His absence was very brief; but when he returned his face was paler, and his manner more disturbed than ever, notwithstanding an evident effort to seem at ease and unconcerned. By this time Hickman O"Reilly had arrived in the town, and Heffernan was complimenting the Counsellor on the admirable display of his speech.
"I regret sincerely that the delicate nature of the position in which I stood prevented my hearing you," said O"Reilly, shaking his hand.
"You have indeed had a great loss," said Heffernan; "a more brilliant display I never listened to."
"Well, sir," interposed the little priest of Curraghgla.s.s, who, not altogether to the Counsellor"s satisfaction, had now slipped an arm inside of his, "I hope the evil admits of remedy; Mr. O"Halloran intends to address a few words to the people before he leaves the town."
Whether it was the blank look that suddenly O"Reilly"s features a.s.sumed, or the sly malice that twinkled in Heffernan"s gray eyes, or that his own feelings suggested the course, but the Counsellor hastily whispered a few words in the priest"s ear, the only audible portion of which was the conclusion: "Be that as it may, I "ll not do it."
"I "m ready now, Mr. O"Reilly," said he, turning abruptly round.
"My father has gone over to say good-bye to the judges," said Beecham; "but I"ll drive you back to the abbey,--the carriage is now at the door."
With a few more words in a whisper to the priest, O"Halloran moved on with young O"Reilly towards the door.
"Only think, sir," said Father John, dropping behind with Heffernan, from whose apparent intimacy with O"Halloran he augured a similarity of politics, "it is the first time the Counsellor was ever in our town, the people have been waiting since two o"clock to hear him on the "veto,"--sorra one of them knows what the same "veto" is,--but it will be a cruel disappointment to see him leave the place without so much as saying a word."
"Do you think a short address from _me_ would do instead?" said Heffernan, slyly; "I know pretty well what"s doing up in Dublin."
"Nothing could be better, sir," said Father John, in ecstasy; "if the Counsellor would just introduce you in a few words, and say that, from great fatigue, or a sore throat, or anything that way, he deputed his friend Mr.--"
"Heffernan"s my name."
"His friend Mr. Heffernan to state his views about the "veto,"--mind, it must be the "veto,"-you can touch on the reform in Parliament, the oppression of the penal laws, but the "veto" will bring a cheer that will beat them all."
"You had better hint the thing to the Counsellor," said Heffernan; "I am ready whenever you want me."
As the priest stepped forward to make the communication to O"Halloran, that gentleman, leaning on Beecham O"Reilly"s arm, had just reached the steps of the courthouse, where now a considerable police-force was stationed,--a measure possibly suggested by O"Reilly himself.
The crowd, on catching sight of the Counsellor, cheered vociferously; and, although they were not without fears that he intended to depart without speaking, many averred that he would address them from the carriage. Before Father John could make known his request, a young man, dressed in a riding-costume, burst through the line of police, and, springing up the steps, seized O"Halloran by the collar.
"I gave you a choice, sir," said he, "and you made it;" and at the same instant, with a heavy horsewhip, struck him several times across the shoulders, and even the face. So sudden was the movement, and so violent the a.s.sault, that, although a man of great personal strength, O"Halloran had received several blows almost before he could defend himself, and when he had rallied, his adversary, though much lighter and less muscular, showed in skill, at least, he was his superior. The struggle, however, was not to end here; for the mob, now seeing their favorite champion attacked, with a savage howl of vengeance dashed forward, and the police, well aware that the youth would be torn limb from limb, formed a line in front of him with fixed bayonets. For a few moments the result was doubtful; nor was it until more than one retired into the crowd bleeding and wounded, that the mob desisted, or limited their rage to yells of vengeance.
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Meanwhile the Counsellor was pulled back within the court-house by his companions, and the young man secured by two policemen,--a circ.u.mstance which went far to allay the angry tempest of the people without.
As, pale and powerless from pa.s.sion, his livid cheek marked with a deep blue welt, O"Halloran sat in one of the waiting-rooms of the court, O"Reilly and his son endeavored, as well as they could, to calm down his rage; expressing, from time to time, their abhorrence of the indignity offered, and the certain penalty that awaited the offender. O"Halloran never spoke; he tried twice to utter something, but the words died away without sound, and he could only point to his cheek with a trembling finger, while his eyes glared like the red orbs of a tiger.
As they stood thus, Heffernan slipped noiselessly behind O"Reilly, and said in his ear,--
"Get him off to the abbey; your son will take care of him. I have something for yourself to hear."
O"Reilly nodded significantly, and then, turning, said a few words in a low, persuasive tone to O"Halloran, concluding thus: "Yes, by all means, leave the whole affair in my hands. I "ll have no difficulty in making a bench. The town is full of my brother magistrates."
"On every account I would recommend this course, sir," said Heffernan, with one of those peculiarly meaning looks by which he so well knew how to a.s.sume a further insight into any circ.u.mstance than his neighbors possessed.
"I will address the people," cried O"Halloran, breaking his long silence with a deep and pa.s.sionate utterance of the words; "they shall see in me the strong evidence of the insolent oppression of that faction that rules this country; I "ll make the land ring with the tyranny that would stifle the voice of justice, and make the profession of the bar a forlorn hope to every man of independent feeling."
"The people have dispersed already," said Beecham, as he came back from the door of the court; "the square is quite empty."
"Yes, I did that," whispered Heffernan in O"Reilly"s ear; "I made the servant put on the Counsellor"s greatcoat, and drive rapidly off towards the abbey. The carriage is now, however, at the back entrance to the court-house; so, by all means, persuade him to return."
"When do you propose bringing the fellow up for examination, Mr.
O"Reilly?" said O"Halloran, as he arose from his seat.
"To-morrow morning. I have given orders to summon a full bench of magistrates, and the affair shall be sifted to the bottom."
"You may depend upon that, sir," said the Counsellor, sternly. "Now I "ll go back with you, Mr. Beecham O"Reilly." So saying, he moved towards a private door of the building, where the phaeton was in waiting, and, before any attention was drawn to the spot, he was seated in the carriage, and the horses stepping out at a fast pace towards home.
"It"s not Bagenal Daly?" said O"Reilly, the very moment he saw the carriage drive off.
"No, no!" said Heffernan, smiling.
"Nor the young Darcy,--the captain?"
"Nor him either. It"s a young fellow we have been seeking for in vain the last month. His name is Forester."
"Not Lord Castlereagh"s Forester?"
"The very man. You may have met him here as Darcy"s guest?"
O"Reilly nodded.
"What makes the affair worse is that the relationship with Castlereagh will be taken up as a party matter by O"Halloran"s friends in the press; they will see a Castle plot, where, in reality, there is nothing to blame save the rash folly of a hot-headed boy."
"What is to be done?" said O"Reilly, putting his hand to his forehead, in his embarra.s.sment to think of some escape from the difficulty.
"I see but one safe issue,--always enough to any question, if men have resolution to adopt it."
"Let me hear what you counsel," said O"Reilly, as he cast a searching glance at his astute companion.
"Get him off as fast as you can."
"O"Halloran! You mistake him, Mr. Heffernan; he"ll prosecute the business to the end."
"I"m speaking of Forester," said Heffernan, dryly; "it is _his_ absence is the important matter at this moment."
"I confess I am myself unable to appreciate your view of the case," said O"Reilly, with a cunning smile; "the policy is a new one to me which teaches that a magistrate should favor the escape of a prisoner who has just insulted one of his own friends."
"I may be able to explain my meaning to your satisfaction," said Heffernan, as, taking O"Reilly"s arm, he spoke for some time in a low but earnest manner. "Yes," said he, aloud, "your son Beecham was the object of this young man"s vengeance; chance alone turned his anger on the Counsellor. His sole purpose in "the West" was to provoke your son to a duel, and I know well what the result of your proceedings to-morrow would effect. Forester would not accept of his liberty on bail, nor would he enter into a security on his part to keep the peace. You will be forced, actually forced, to commit a young man of family and high position to a gaol; and what will the world say? That in seeking satisfaction for a very gross outrage on the character of his friend, a young Englishman of high family was sent to prison! In Ireland, the tale will tell badly; _we_ always have more sympathy than censure for such offenders. In England, how many will know of his friends and connections, who never heard of your respectable bench of magistrates,--will it be very wonderful if they side with their countryman against the stranger?"