"And how came you into this?"
Rotherby sneered audibly--in self-mockery, no doubt, as he came to reflect that it was he, himself, had had him fetched.
"They needed another witness," said Mr. Caryll, "and hearing there was at the inn a gentleman newly crossed from France, his lordship no doubt opined that a traveller, here to-day and gone for good tomorrow, would be just the witness that he needed for the business he proposed. That circ.u.mstance aroused my suspicions, and--"
But the earl, as usual, seemed to have fastened upon the minor point, although again it was not so. "You are newly crossed from France?" said he. "Ay, and your name is the same as mine. "Twas what I was advised."
Mr. Caryll flashed a sidelong glance at Rotherby, who had turned to stare at his father, and in his heart he cursed the stupidity of my Lord Ostermore. If this proposed to be a member of a conspiracy, Heaven help that same conspiracy!
"Were you, by any chance, going to seek me in town, Mr. Caryll?"
Mr. Caryll suppressed a desire to laugh. Here was a way to deal with State secrets. "I, my lord?" he inquired, with an a.s.sumed air of surprise.
The earl looked at him, and from him to Rotherby, bethought himself, and started so overtly that Rotherby"s eyes grew narrow, the lines of his mouth tightened. "Nay, of course not; of course not," he bl.u.s.tered clumsily.
But Rotherby laughed aloud. "Now what a plague is all this mystery?" he inquired.
"Mystery?" quoth my lord. "What mystery should there be?"
""Tis what I would fain be informed," he answered in a voice that showed he meant to gain the information. He sauntered forward towards Caryll, his eye playing mockingly over this gentleman from France. "Now, sir,"
said he, "whose messenger may you be, eh? What"s all this--"
"Rotherby!" the earl interrupted in a voice intended to be compelling.
"Come away, Mr. Caryll," he added quickly. "I"ll not have any gentleman who has shown himself a friend to my ward, here, affronted by that rascal. Come away, sir!"
"Not so fast! Not so fast, ecod!"
It was another voice that broke in upon them. Rotherby started round.
Gaskell, in the shadows of the cowled fireplace jumped in sheer alarm.
All stared at the window whence the voice proceeded.
They beheld a plump, chubby-faced little man, astride the sill, a pistol displayed with ostentation in his hand.
Mr. Caryll was the only one with the presence of mind to welcome him.
"Ha!" said he, smiling engagingly. "My little friend, the brewer of ale."
"Let no one leave this room," said Mr. Green with a great dignity. Then, with rather less dignity, he whistled shrilly through his fingers, and got down lightly into the room.
"Sir," bl.u.s.tered the earl, "this is an intrusion; an impertinence. What do you want?"
"The papers this gentleman carries," said Mr. Green, indicating Caryll with the hand that held the pistol. The earl looked alarmed, which was foolish in him, thought Mr. Caryll. Rotherby covered his mouth with his hand, after the fashion of one who masks a smile.
"Ye"re rightly served for meddling," said he with relish.
"Out with them," the chubby man demanded. "Ye"ll gain nothing by resistance. So don"t be obstinate, now."
"I could be nothing so discourteous," said Mr. Caryll. "Would it be prying on my part to inquire what may be your interest in my papers?"
His serenity lessened the earl"s anxieties, but bewildered him; and it took the edge off the malicious pleasure which Rotherby was beginning to experience.
"I am obeying the orders of my Lord Carteret, the Secretary of State,"
said Mr. Green. "I was to watch for a gentleman from France with letters for my Lord Ostermore. He had a messenger a week ago to tell him to look for such a visitor. He took the messenger, if you must know, and--well, we induced him to tell us what was the message he had carried. There is so much mystery in all this that my Lord Carteret desires more knowledge on the subject. I think you are the gentleman I am looking for."
Mr. Caryll looked him over with an amused eye, and laughed. "It distresses me," said he, "to see so much good thought wasted."
Mr. Green was abashed a moment. But he recovered quickly; no doubt he had met the cool type before. "Come, come!" said he. "No bl.u.s.tering. Out with your papers, my fine fellow."
The door opened, and a couple of men came in; over their shoulders, ere the door closed again, Mr. Caryll had a glimpse of the landlady"s rosy face, alarm in her glance. The newcomers were dirty rogues; tipstaves, recognizable at a glance. One of them wore a ragged bob-wig--the cast-off, no doubt, of some gentleman"s gentleman, fished out of the sixpenny tub in Rosemary Lane; it was ill-fitting, and wisps of the fellow"s own unkempt hair hung out in places. The other wore no wig at all; his yellow thatch fell in streaks from under his shabby hat, which he had the ill-manners to retain until Lord Ostermore knocked it from his head with a blow of his cane. Both were fierily bottle-nosed, and neither appeared to have shaved for a week or so.
"Now," quoth Mr. Green, "will you hand them over of your own accord, or must I have you searched?" And a wave of the hand towards the advancing myrmidons indicated the searchers.
"You go too far, sir," bl.u.s.tered the earl.
"Ay, surely," put in Mr. Caryll. "You are mad to think a gentleman is to submit to being searched by any knave that comes to him with a c.o.c.k-and-bull tale about the Secretary of State."
Mr. Green leered again, and produced a paper. "There," said he, "is my Lord Carteret"s warrant, signed and sealed."
Mr. Caryll glanced over it with a disdainful eye. "It is in blank," said he.
"Just so," agreed Mr. Green. "Carte blanche, as you say over the water.
If you insist," he offered obligingly, "I"ll fill in your name before we proceed."
Mr. Caryll shrugged his shoulders. "It might be well," said he, "if you are to search me at all."
Mr. Green advanced to the table. The writing implements provided for the wedding were still there. He took up a pen, scrawled a name across the blank, dusted it with sand, and presented it again to Mr. Caryll. The latter nodded.
"I"ll not trouble you to search me," said he. "I would as soon not have these n.o.blemen of yours for my valets." He thrust his hands into the pockets of his fine coat, and brought forth several papers. These he proffered to Mr. Green, who took them between satisfaction and amazement. Ostermore stared, too stricken for words at this meek surrender; and well was it for Mr. Caryll that he was so stricken, for had he spoken he had a.s.suredly betrayed himself.
Hortensia, Mr. Caryll observed, watched his cowardly yielding with an eye of stern contempt. Rotherby looked on with a dark face that betrayed nothing.
Meanwhile Mr. Green was running through the papers, and as fast as he ran through them he permitted himself certain comments that pa.s.sed for humor with his followers. There could be no doubt that in his own social stratum Mr. Green must have been accounted something of a wag.
"Ha! What"s this? A bill! A bill for snuff! My Lord Carteret"ll snuff you, sir. He"ll tobacco you, ecod! He"ll smoke you first, and snuff you afterwards." He flung the bill aside. "Phew!" he whistled. "Verses! "To Theocritus upon sailing for Albion." That"s mighty choice! D"ye write verses, sir?"
"Heyday! "Tis an occupation to which I have succ.u.mbed in moments of weakness. I crave your indulgence, Mr. Green."
Mr. Green perceived that here was a weak attempt at irony, and went on with his investigations. He came to the last of the papers Mr. Caryll had handed him, glanced at it, swore coa.r.s.ely, and dropped it.
"D"ye think ye can bubble me?"" he cried, red in the face.
Lord Ostermore heaved a sigh of relief; the hard look had faded from Hortensia"s eyes.
"What is"t ye mean, giving me this rubbish?"
"I offer you my excuses for the contents of my pockets," said Mr.
Caryll. "Ye see, I did not expect to be honored by your inquisition. Had I but known--"
Mr. Green struck an att.i.tude. "Now attend to me, sir! I am a servant of His Majesty"s Government."