hanging!" piped a thinner voice.
"Hold thy complaints, Old Mortification," put in a speaker that I recogniz"d for Black d.i.c.k; "sure the pretty maid upstairs is tender game. Hark how they sing!"
And indeed the threatened folk upstairs were singing their catch very choicely, with a girl"s clear voice to lead them---
"Comment dit papa --Margoton, ma mie?"
"Heathen language, to be sure," said the thin voice again, as the chorus ceased: "thinks I to mysel" "they be but Papisters," an" my doubting mind is mightily reconcil"d to manslaughter."
"I don"t like beginning "ithout the Cap"n," observed Black d.i.c.k: "though I doubt something has miscarried. Else, how did that young spark ride in upon the mare?"
"An" that"s what thy question should ha" been, d.i.c.k, with a pistol to his skull."
"He"ll keep till the morrow."
"We"ll give Settle half-an-hour more," said the landlord: "Mary!" he push"d open the hatch, so that I had barely time to duck my head out of view, "fetch in the punch, girl. How did"st leave the young man i" the loft?"
"Asleep, or nearly," answer"d Mary--
"Who hang"d hersel" in her gar-ters, All for the love o" man--"
"--Anon, anon, master: wait only till I get the kettle on the boil."
The hatch was slipp"d to again. I stood up and made a step toward the girl.
"How many are they?" I ask"d, jerking a finger in the direction of the parlor.
"A dozen all but one."
"Where is the foreign guests" room?"
"Left hand, on the first landing."
"The staircase?"
"Just outside the door."
"Then sing--go on singing for your life."
"But--"
"Sing!"
"Dear heart, they"ll murder thee! Oh! for pity"s sake, let go my wrist---
""Lament, ye maids an" darters--""
I stole to the door and peep"d out. A lantern hung in the pa.s.sage, and showed the staircase directly in front of me. I stay"d for a moment to pull off my boots, and, holding them in my left hand, crept up the stairs. In the kitchen, the girl was singing and clattering the gla.s.ses together. Behind the door, at the head of the stairs, I heard voices talking. I slipp"d on my boots again and tapp"d on the panel.
"Come in!"
Let me try to describe that on which my eyes rested as I push"d the door wide. "Twas a long room, wainscoted half up the wall in some dark wood, and in daytime lit by one window only, which now was hung with red curtains. By the fireplace, where a brisk wood fire was crackling, lean"d the young gentlewoman I had met at Hungerford, who, as she now turn"d her eyes upon me, ceas"d fingering the guitar or mandoline that she held against her waist, and raised her pretty head not without curiosity.
But "twas on the table in the centre of the chamber that my gaze settled; and on two men beside it, of whom I must speak more particularly.
The elder, who sat in a high-back"d chair, was a little, frail, deform"d gentleman of about fifty, dress"d very richly in dark velvet and furs, and wore on his head a velvet skullcap, round which his white hair stuck up like a ferret"s. But the oddest thing about him was a complexion that any maid of sixteen would give her ears for--of a pink and white so transparent that it seem"d a soft light must be glowing beneath his skin. On either cheek bone this delicate coloring centred in a deeper flush. This is as much as I need say about his appearance, except that his eyes were very bright and sharp, and his chin stuck out like a vicious mule"s.
The table before him was cover"d with bottles and flasks, in the middle of which stood a silver lamp burning, and over it a silver saucepan that sent up a rare fragrance as the liquid within it simmer"d and bubbled. So eager was the old gentleman in watching the progress of his mixture, that he merely glanc"d up at my entrance, and then, holding up a hand for silence, turn"d his eyes on the saucepan again.
The second man was the broad-shouldered lackey I had seen riding behind the coach: and now stood over the saucepan with a twisted flask in his hand, from which he pour"d a red syrup very gingerly, drop by drop, with the tail of his eye turn"d on his master"s face, that he might know when to cease.
Now it may be that my entrance upset this experiment in strong drinks. At any rate, I had scarce come to a stand about three paces inside the door, when the little old gentleman bounces up in a fury, kicks over his chair, hurls the nearest bottles to right and left, and sends the silver saucepan spinning across the table to my very feet, where it scalded me clean through the boot, and made me hop for pain.
"Spoil"d--spoil"d!" he scream"d: "drench"d in filthy liquor, when it should have breath"d but a taste!"
And, to my amazement, he sprang on the strapping servant like a wild-cat, and began to beat, cuff, and belabor him with all the strength of his puny limbs.
"Twas like a scene out of Bedlam. Yet all the while the girl lean"d quietly against the mantelshelf, and softly touched the strings of her instrument; while the servant took the rain of blows and slaps as though "twere a summer shower, grinning all over his face, and making no resistance at all.
Then, as I stood dumb with perplexity, the old gentleman let go his hold of the fellow"s hair, and, dropping on the floor, began to roll about in a fit of coughing, the like of which no man can imagine.
"Twas hideous. He bark"d, and writhed, and bark"d again, till the disorder seem"d to search and rack every innermost inch of his small frame. And in the intervals of coughing his exclamations were terrible to listen to.
"He"s dying!" I cried; and ran forward to help.
The servant pick"d up the chair, and together we set him in it. By degrees the violence of the cough abated, and he lay back, livid in the face, with his eyes closed, and his hands clutching the k.n.o.bs of the chair. I turn"d to the girl. She had neither spoken nor stirr"d, but now came forward, and calmly ask"d my business.
"I think," said I, "that your name is Killigrew?"
"I am Delia Killigrew, and this is my father, Sir Deakin."
"Now on his way to visit his estates in Cornwall?"
She nodded.
"Then I have to warn you that your lives are in danger." And, gently as possible, I told her what I had seen and heard downstairs. In the middle of my tale, the servant stepp"d to the door, and return"d quietly. There was no lock on the inside. After a minute he went across, and drew the red curtains. The window had a grating within, of iron bars as thick as a man"s thumb, strongly clamp"d in the stonework, and not four inches apart. Clearly, he was a man of few words; for, returning, he merely pull"d out his sword, and waited for the end of my tale.
The girl, also, did not interrupt me, but listen"d in silence. As I ceas"d, she said----
"Is this all you know?"
"No," answer"d I, "it is not. But the rest I promise to tell you if we escape from this place alive. Will this content you?"
She turn"d to the servant, who nodded. Whereupon she held out her hand very cordially.
"Sir, listen: we are travelers bound for Cornwall, as you know, and have some small possessions, that will poorly reward the greed of these violent men. Nevertheless, we should be hurrying on our journey did we not await my brother Anthony, who was to have ridden from Oxford to join us here, but has been delayed, doubtless on the King"s business----"
She broke off, as I started: for below I heard the main door open, and Captain Settle"s voice in the pa.s.sage. The arch villain had return"d.
"Mistress Delia," I said hurriedly, "the twelfth man has enter"d the house, and unless we consider our plans at once, all"s up with us."