"I am aware," replied the Cardinal gently, "that His Grace stands self-convicted of the murder of my friend and colleague Don Miguel, Marquis de Suarez, a guest at Your Majesty"s Court."
"Truce on this folly, my lord," retorted Mary impatiently, "you know just as well as I do, that His Grace is incapable of any such act of cowardice, and that some mystery, which no one can fathom, lies at the bottom of this monstrous self-accusation."
"Whatever may be my own feelings in this matter, Your Majesty," said His Eminence, still speaking very guardedly, "I was forced to accomplish my duty, when I made and signed my deposition, which I fear me has gone far towards confirming the guilt of His Grace."
"I have heard of your deposition, my lord. It rests on your finding His Grace"s dagger. . . ."
"Beside the body of the murdered man, and still stained with Don Miguel"s blood."
"What of that? Some one else must have used the dagger."
"Possibly."
"You did not suggest this in your deposition."
"It was not asked of me by His Grace"s judges."
"There is time to make a further statement."
"It could but be in consonance with what I have already said."
"And your servant?"
"Pasquale?"
"He lied when he averred that he heard angry words "twixt His Grace and Don Miguel."
"He has sworn it upon oath. Pasquale is a good Catholic, and would not commit the deadly sin of perjury."
"You are fencing with me, my lord," said Mary Tudor with sudden vehemence.
"I but await Your Majesty"s command!" rejoined His Eminence blandly.
"My command?" she said firmly. "This, my lord, that you save His Grace of Wess.e.x from the consequences of this crime, in which he had no hand."
"To save His Grace of Wess.e.x?" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed with the greatest astonishment, "I? and at this eleventh hour? Nay! meseems that were impossible."
"Then Your Eminence can set your wits to attempt the impossible,"
rejoined Mary curtly.
"But why should Your Majesty suggest this strange task to me?" he urged with the same well-feigned surprise.
"Because Your Eminence hath more brains than most."
"Your Majesty is too gracious."
"And because you have the success of your own schemes more at heart than most," added the Queen significantly.
"Then, if I do not succeed in effecting the impossible, Your Majesty, am I to be sent back to Spain ignominiously to-morrow?" queried the Cardinal with more than a soupcon of sarcasm.
"No!" rejoined Mary quietly, "but if you succeed I will give you in reward anything which you may ask."
"Anything, my daughter? Even your hand in marriage to King Philip of Spain?"
"If Your Eminence succeeds in effecting the impossible," replied Mary firmly, "I will marry King Philip of Spain."
There was silence for a moment or two. His Eminence was meditating. Not that he had been taken unawares. For the past fortnight he had been expecting some such interview as the Queen had now demanded at the eleventh hour. He was far-seeing and shrewd enough to have antic.i.p.ated that, sooner or later, Mary Tudor would propose a bargain, whereby he would be expected to pit his wits against Fate, and thereby earn the victory which she knew he coveted. The task was a difficult one; not impossible--for the Cardinal never admitted that anything was impossible. But he was peculiarly placed, and he knew the value of royal promises and of royal compacts. This one he thought he could enforce, but only if his methods were above suspicion. To have confessed the whole dastardly intrigue of that eventful night would certainly have saved the Duke from condemnation, but the tale itself would so disgust these stiff-necked Britishers, that Mary would see herself easily released from her promise through unanimous public opinion.
That simple and sure method of obtaining the Duke"s acquittal was therefore barred to him, and he had perforce to reflect seriously, ere he closed with the bargain which Mary Tudor held so temptingly before him. His mind was clearer, less scrupulous than that of his colleagues, and he had most at stake now, for nothing but ultimate success could justify the heinousness of his methods. If his schemes failed, then these methods became monstrous and criminal beyond hope of pardon.
For the moment the Cardinal had no remorse. The sacrifice of every piece in the great human game of chess was of no importance if the final mating of his enemies were gained. Don Miguel was dead, Lord Everingham far away; the wench Mirrab, terrified at her own act probably, had disappeared and no doubt would not be heard of again until His Eminence"s victory was a.s.sured. This he had hoped to attain with the death of the Duke of Wess.e.x and Mary"s consequent grief and feebleness of will, always supposing that Lord Everingham did not return in time to ruin the whole scaffolding of his tortuous diplomacy.
That was the great danger and one which was ever present before the Cardinal"s mind: the return of Lord Everingham. Every day added to the danger, and it was Wess.e.x" own impatience to see the end of his own shattered existence, which had up to now saved His Eminence from exposure.
The Duke had urged that his trial should come on speedily. This was readily granted, for he was the Duke of Wess.e.x still. The trial itself would not last more than the one day, seeing that the accused had made full confession and only a few secondary depositions were to be read for form"s sake. His Grace had refused counsel, there could be no argument.
The judges on the face of the circ.u.mstantial self-accusation were bound, in the name of justice, to convict and condemn, in spite of public opinion, in spite of the machinations of the Duke"s friends, in spite even of the Queen"s commands.
Once His Grace was out of the way, His Eminence had felt that he would be able to breathe more freely, but until then he was living at the edge of a volcano, and often wondered how it had not broken out ere now.
The news of the crime and of Wess.e.x" arrest had been sent to Scotland, he knew that; but the way thither was long, the late October gales would make the journey by sea difficult, whilst the overland roads, sodden with the rain, were unusually bad; but in any event, Everingham was bound to arrive in England within the next ten days, for, of a surety, he would travel with mad speed on hearing the terrible news.
But now Mary Tudor suddenly offered him a definite promise, a bargain which he could clinch before exposure had shamed him publicly. The task proposed was indeed difficult, but it was not impossible to such a far-reaching mind as that of my lord Cardinal.
A few moments" deep reflection, whilst the Queen watched him eagerly, and he had already formed a plan.
"Does Your Eminence accept the bargain?" asked Mary impatiently at last, seeing that he seemed disinclined to break the silence.
"I accept it, Your Majesty," he replied quietly.
"You have my royal promise if you succeed."
"If His Grace to-morrow is acquitted by his judges, through my intervention," said His Eminence, "I will claim Your Majesty"s promise in the evening."
"Your Eminence can have a doc.u.ment ready and I will sign it."
"It shall be done as Your Majesty directs."
"Then I"ll bid Your Eminence farewell, until to-morrow."
"I am ever at Your Majesty"s service. But before retiring I would crave one favour."
"I pray you speak."
"To speak to the Lady Ursula Glynde."
A long bitter laugh of the keenest disappointment came from Mary Tudor"s oppressed heart.
"Nay!" she said in a tone of deep discouragement, "an you pin your faith on that hussy, Your Eminence had best give up the attempt at once."