"True enough," he answered.
"Lord Rotherby knows it," she informed him. "He told me it was so.
If--if you interfere in this, it--it may mean your ruin." She came to him swiftly, a great fear written or her winsome face.
"Sh," said he. "I am not concerned to think of that at present. If Lord Ostermore perishes through his connection with the cause, it will mean worse than ruin for me--though not the ruin that you are thinking of."
"But what can you do?"
"That I go to learn."
"I will come with you, then."
He hesitated a moment, looking at her; then he opened the door, and held it for her, following after. He led the way across the hall to the library, and they went in together.
Lord Ostermore"s secretaire stood open, and leaning over it, his back towards them was a short, stiffly-built man in a snuff-colored coat.
He turned at the sound of the closing door, and revealed the pleasant, chubby face of Mr. Green.
"Ha!" said Mr. Caryll. "Mr. Green again. I declare, sir, ye"ve the gift of ubiquity."
The spy stood up to regard him, and for all that his voice inclined to sharpness when he spoke, the habitual grin sat like a mask upon the mobile features. "What d"ye seek here?"
"Tis what I was about to ask you--what you are seeking; for that you seek is plain. I thought perhaps I might a.s.sist you."
"I nothing doubt you could," answered Mr. Green with a fresh leer, that contained this time something ironic. "I nothing doubt it! But by your leave, I"ll pursue my quest without your a.s.sistance."
Mr. Caryll continued, nevertheless, to advance towards him, Mistress Hortensia remaining in the background, a quiet spectator, betraying nothing of the anxieties by which she was being racked.
"Ye"re mighty curt this morning, Mr. Green," said Mr. Caryll, very airy.
"Ye"re mighty curt, and ye"re entirely wrong so to be. You might find me a very useful friend."
"I"ve found you so before," said Mr. Green sourly.
"Ye"ve a nice sense of humor," said Mr. Caryll, head on one side, contemplating the spy with admiration in his glance.
"And a nicer sense of a Jacobite," answered Mr. Green.
"He will have the last word, you perceive," said Mr. Caryll to Hortensia.
"Harkee, Mr. Caryll," quoth Mr. Green, quite grimly now. "I"d ha" laid you by the heels a month or more ago, but for certain friends o" mine who have other ends to serve."
"Sir, what you tell me shocks me. It shakes the very foundations of my faith in human nature. I have esteemed you an honest man, Mr. Green, and it seems--on your own confessing--that ye"re no better than a d.a.m.ned rogue who neglects his duty to the state. I"ve a mind to see Lord Carteret, and tell him the truth of the matter."
"Ye shall have an opportunity before long, ecod!" said Mr. Green.
"Good-morning to you! I"ve work to do." And he turned back to the desk.
""Tis wasted labor," said Mr. Caryll, producing his snuff-box, and tapping it. "You might seek from now till the crack of doom, and not find what ye seek--not though you hack the desk to pieces. It has a secret, Mr. Green. I"ll make a bargain with you for that secret."
Mr. Green turned again, and his shrewd, bright eyes scanned more closely that lean face, whose keenness was all dissembled now in an easy, languid smile. "A bargain?" grumbled the spy. "I" faith, then, the secret"s worthless."
"Ye think that? Pho! "Tis not like your usual wit, Mr. Green. The letter that I carried into England, and that you were at such splendid pains to find at Maidstone, is in here." And he tapped the veneered top of the secretaire with his forefinger. "But ye"ll not find it without my help.
It is concealed as effectively--as effectively as it was upon my person when ye searched me. Now, sir, will ye treat with me? It"ll save you a world of labor."
Mr. Green still looked at him. He licked his lips thoughtfully, cat-like. "What terms d"ye make?" he inquired, but his tone was very cold. His busy brain was endeavoring to conjecture what exactly might be Mr. Caryll"s object in this frankness which Mr. Green was not fool enough to believe sincere.
"Ah," said Mr. Caryll. "That is more the man I know." He tapped his snuff-box, and in that moment memory rather than inspiration showed him the thing he needed. "Did ye ever see "The Constant Couple," Mr. Green?"
he inquired.
""The Constant Couple"?" echoed Mr. Green, and though mystified, he must air his little jest. "I never saw any couple that was constant--leastways, not for long."
"Ha! Ye"re a roguish wag! But "The Constant Couple" I mean is a play."
"Oh, a play! Ay, I mind me I saw it some years ago, when "twas first acted. But what has that to do with--"
"Ye"ll understand in a moment," said Mr. Caryll, with a smile the spy did not relish. "D"ye recall a ruse of Sir Harry Wildairs to rid himself of the company of an intrusive old fool who was not wanted? D"ye remember what "twas he did?"
Mr. Green, his head slightly on one side, was watching Mr. Caryll very closely, and not without anxiety. "I don"t," said he, and dropped a hand to the pocket where a pistol lay, that he might be prepared for emergencies. "What did he do?"
"I"ll show you," said Mr. Caryll. "He did this." And with a swift upward movement, he emptied his snuff-box full into the face of Mr. Green.
Mr. Green leapt back, with a scream of pain, hands to his eyes, and quite unconsciously set himself to play to the life the part of the intrusive old fellow in the comedy. Dancing wildly about the room, his eyes smarting and burning so that he could not open them, he bellowed of h.e.l.l-fire and other hot things of which he was being so intensely reminded.
""Twill pa.s.s," Mr. Caryll consoled him. "A little water, and all will be well with you." He stepped to the door as he spoke, and flung it open.
"Ho, there! Who waits?" he called.
Two or three footmen sprang to answer him. He took Mr. Green, still blind and vociferous, by the shoulders, and thrust him into their care.
"This gentleman has had a most unfortunate accident. Get him water to wash his eyes--warm water. So! Take him. "Twill pa.s.s, Mr. Green. "Twill soon pa.s.s, I a.s.sure you."
He shut the door upon them, locked it, and turned to Hortensia, smiling grimly. Then he crossed quickly to the desk, and Hortensia followed him.
He sat down, and pulled out bodily the bottom drawer on the right inside of the upper part of the desk, as he had seen Lord Ostermore do that day, a little over a week ago. He thrust his hand into the opening, and felt along the sides for some moments in vain. He went over the ground again slowly, inch by inch, exerting constant pressure, until he was suddenly rewarded by a click. The small trap disclosed itself. He pulled it up, and took some papers from the recess. He spread them before him.
They were the doc.u.ments he sought--the king"s letter to Ostermore, and Ostermore"s reply, signed and ready for dispatch. "These must be burnt,"
he said, "and burnt at once, for that fellow Green may return, or he may send others. Call Humphries. Get a taper from him."
She sped to the door, and did his bidding. Then she returned. She was plainly agitated. "You must go at once," she said, imploringly. "You must return to France without an instant"s delay."
"Why, indeed, it would mean my ruin to remain now," he admitted. "And yet--" He held out his hands to her.
"I will follow you," she promised him. "I will follow you as soon as his lordship is recovered, or--or at peace."
"You have well considered, sweetheart?" he asked her, holding her to him, and looking down into her gentle eyes.
"There is no happiness for me apart from you."
Again his scruples took him. "Tell Lord Ostermore--tell him all," he begged her. "Be guided by him. His decision for you will represent the decision of the world."
"What is the world to me? You are the world to me," she cried.
There was a rap upon the door. He put her from him, and went to open. It was Humphries with a lighted taper. He took it, thanked the man with a word, and shut the door in his face, ignoring the fact that the fellow was attempting to tell him something.
He returned to the desk. "Let us make quite sure that this is all," he said, and held the taper so that the light shone into the recess. It seemed empty at first; then, as the light penetrated farther, he saw something that showed white at the back of the cachette. He thrust in his hand, and drew out a small package bound with a ribbon that once might have been green but was faded now to yellow. He set it on the desk, and returned to his search. There was nothing else. The recess was empty. He closed the trap and replaced the drawer. Then he sat down again, the taper at his elbow, Mistress Winthrop looking on, facing him across the top of the secretaire, and he took up the package.