IN WHICH RUSSELL UNDERGOES AN EXAMINATION.
Early on the following morning Russell was roused from sleep by a
messenger, who made a peremptory demand for him to rise and follow.
Harry explained that he was wanted by the Carlist chief for
examination, and reproached him for not having concealed the bonds
the previous night; at which reproachful words Russell showed no
signs of dejection, as Harry had expected, but, on the contrary, to
his amazement, seemed to have upon his face a slight air of triumph,
regarding him with a self-satisfied smile and a cunning leer which
puzzled him greatly. This strange and unexpected change in Russell,
from terror and despair to peace of mind and jocularity, was a puzzle
over which Harry racked his brains for some time, but to no purpose.
Meanwhile Russell was led away. He didn't take up any time with his
toilet, for the unfortunate man saw nothing with which he could even
wash his face. However, he made no complaint, and for a very good
reason, since he could not speak a word of Spanish; and, moreover, he
still felt so joyful over his concealment of the treasure, that he
was able to bear with considerable equanimity all the lesser ills of
life.
In a few minutes he found himself ushered into the presence of the
Carlist chief. The latter was seated upon a chest, over which some
rugs were spread. Another chest was also there, upon which he signed
to Russell to be seated.
"Ye doesn't spake Spanish?" said the chief.
At these words Russell started and stared in surprise. The words were
English, with an accent that was not altogether unfamiliar. It seemed
a good omen.
"Do you speak English?" he exclaimed.
"A throifle," said the chief. "I had a frind that learned me a few
sintincis av it; so I doesn't moind spakin it, as it'll be more
convaynient for both av us. Ye must know, thin, that, in the first
place, I lamint the necessichood that compils me to arrest the loikes
av you, but I've got arders from me military shupariors, an' I've got
to obey thim, so I have. It's no use protistin, for I'm only an
agint. So I'd loike yez to be honest wid me, an' I'll be the same wid
you."
"Why, you speak English first-rate--in fact, splendid," said the
delighted Russell. "I never heard a foreigner speak it so well
before."
"Sure an' it's aisy enough," said the chief; "as aisy as dhrinkin',
whin ye have practice. I've got a farm accint, av coorse, but that's
nayther here nor there."
Russell thought that his accent had a little smack of Irish about it,
and wondered whether all Spaniards spoke English like that.
"Ye'll excuse me," said the chief, "if I have to ax you a few
throiflin interrogations for farrum's sake. I'll now begin. What is
your name?"
"Russell."
"Russell--ah! What profession?"
"A gentleman," said Russell, somewhat pompously.
"A gintleman, eh; an' ye live on yer own money?"
"Of course."
"That's right," said the chief, with deep satisfaction. "It's meself
that's the proud man this day to meet wid the loikes avyou that's got
an indepindint fartune, an' can call his sowl his own. An' have yez
been long in Spain, thin?"
"No, only a couple of months."
"Thravellin' for plisure, av coorse," insinuated the chief.
"Yes; I wanted to take a run through the Continent," said Russell, in
a grandiose way, as though the "Continent" was something belonging to
him; "and I'm also bringing home with me a ward of mine--Miss
Westlotorn."
"Ah! an' so the young lady is a ward av yours? I thought she was your
daughter."
"No, she's my ward."
"Is she rich?"
"Well, sir, she's comfortable; she's worth about fifty thousand
pounds sterling. Now I don't call that rich; I only call it
comfortable."
"An' what do yez call rich?" asked the chief, in a tender voice, full
of affectionate interest.
"Well, a couple of hundred thousand pounds or so. You see, when I was
worth fifty thousand I thought I was somebody, but I soon learned how
paltry an amount that is. No, sir; two hundred thousand pounds are
necessary to make a rich man, and not a penny less, sir--not a penny,
sir."
"Thim's me own sintimints intirely," said the chief; "that shuits me,
so it does. I saw by the cut av yez that ye must be a millionnaire at
laste--so I did."
"A millionnaire!" said Russell, with affected modesty. "Well, you
know, in England that's a big word; but I suppose here in Spain, or
anywhere on the Continent, I might be called one."
"I suppose," said the chief, after a pause, "that ye've got an
ixtinsive acquaintince wid the nobility an' gintry an' all thira
fellers?"
"Yes," said Russell, "I have; and not in England only, but throughout
the Continent. Not that I think much of the Continental nobility.
Between you and me, I think they're a beggarly lot."
"Thrue for you," said the chief. "Thim's me own sintimints."
"Why, sir," continued Russell, who evidently thought he was making a
deep impression, and so went on all the more in his vainglorious
boastings, "some of these here Continental nobility ain't worth a
brass farthing. Why, sir, there's lots of respectable English
merchants--tailors, for instance--and other quiet, unassuming
gentlemen, who could buy out these Continental nobles, out and out,
over and over again."
"Divil a doubt av that same," said the chief. "Ye know how to ixpriss
yourself wid very shuitable sintimints. I'd like to know more av you.
I suppose ye've got a passport?"
"A passport?" said Russell. "Well, yes, I believe I did get one;" and
fumbling in his pocket, he succeeded in bringing to light that
important document. This the chief took, and, without opening it, put
it in his own pocket.
"I'll take a luk at it prisintly," said he. "Perhaps ye can tell me
about yer frind, the young man that's wid yez. Is he yer son?"
"Son? Oh no; but he's a doosed fine young feller. His name's Rivers."
"Is he rich?"
"Well, he's pretty comfortable, I think. He's in the wine and fruit
business, and has an agency at Barcelona."
"Sure an' it's meself that's glad to hear that same," said the chief.
"An' can ye tell me anything about that other young man that was
shtrivin' to join yer party?"
"That fellow--his name's Ashby."
"Ashby, is it?"
"Yes, and the greatest scoundrel that ever lived--a miserable
fortune-hunter, trying to inveigle my ward into a marriage. I came
here barely in time to save her. And the only object the infernal
scoundrel has now in sneaking after me is to try and get hold of her
and get her from me. But he'll find he's got pretty tough work before
him. He's got me to deal with this time."
"Is the young gyerrul fond av him?" asked the chief, in a tone of
deep anxiety.
"She? Fond of him? Pooh! Nonsense! She's like all girls--likes to
have attentions paid her, that's all; and so this poor fool thought
she would marry him. Why, the man's an ass! But I guess he's had
enough of chasing her by this time. By Jove! there's some
satisfaction, after all, in being caught this way, since he's caught
too."
Some further conversation followed of the same kind. Russell
continued to indulge in a strain of self-glorification, and the chief
to ask him questions. By yielding to his silly vanity Russell was
preparing the way for results which he little expected. Little did he
dream of what was soon to disclose itself. He thought that he was
impressing the mind of the Carlist chief with ideas of the greatness,
grandeur, power, wealth, and glory of the celebrated Russell whom he
had made his prisoner, and hoped in this way to overawe his captor so
as to secure good treatment, or even to terrify him into letting him
go. He little knew that the chief regarded him merely as a bird to be
plucked. In his eyes, the more the feathers the greater the yield.
The moment the chief found that his prisoner professed to be a
millionnaire, that moment the fate of Russell and his party was
sealed. The effect upon the chief was already manifest in part, for
every moment he grew more courteous in his manner.
"Sure it's meself," said he, at length, "that's bothered about the
accommodations ye have. It's a cowld, damp room that, an' no
furniture at all at all."
"Yes," said Russell, "it _is_ rather rough; and for a man that's
accustomed to high living and luxurious surroundings it's very bad.
I'm dreadful afraid of rheumatiz."
"Don't spake another word about it," said the chief, briskly. "I'll
find ye another room where ye'll be as comfortable as the Quane av
England. Ye'll have as good a bed as the best."
This sudden offer startled Russell and excited dreadful
apprehensions. What would become of his bonds? He hastened now to
modify his last words.
"Oh, well," said he, "for that matter, you needn't trouble yourself.
I dare say I shall do very well where I am."
"Do very well, is it? What! an' you wid the rheumatiz! Sure to glory
an' ye'll not do anything av the kind. I'll get yez another room
where ye'll be warrum."
"Oh, but," said Russell, in deep uneasiness, "I like that room, I do,
really. I like the view and the--the--the ventilation. It's
splendid--in fact it's the finest room to sleep in I ever saw. If you
could only let me have a bed to myself--"
"A bed to yerself? Sure an' that's jist what I'm going to give ye--a
bed to yerself altogether an' a room too; an' so ye'll have comfort,
an' warrunith, an' solichood all comboined."
"But, really," persisted Russell, "my dear sir, all that is quite
unnecessary."
"Not a bit av it. Ye'll have the best; an' the room 'll be yours at
onct, so it will; an' ye'll not go back to bed again in that frozen
hole."
"But I assure you--I assure you," persisted Russell, most earnestly,
"it's a noble room--a comfortable room--a splendid room."
"Oh, sure ye're too modest, so ye are," said the chief. "But nivir ye
moind--lave it all to me. I'll fix it for ye."
Russell was in deep dejection and anxiety, yet he felt afraid to
press the matter too eagerly. To be taken away from the vicinity of
his treasure was indeed a crushing blow, yet he dared not object too
strongly lest the chief might suspect something. So he could only
submit with the best grace possible under the circumstances, and find
faint consolation in the thought that the treasure was at least
secure.
After a brief silence the chief resumed:
"It's pained I am, so I am, to trouble a gintleman av fartune, but
I'm undher the onplisint naycissichood av subjictin' ye to a further
examination. It's a mite onplisint at first, but it's nothin' whin
yer used to it."
"Another examination?" repeated Russell, with no little uneasiness.
"What is that?"
"Oh, it's only an examination av yer apparel, yer clothes, bit by
bit."
"My clothes?"
"Yes--to gyard against anythin' bein' concailed about ye."
"But I have nothing concealed, on my honor!"
At this the chief waved his hands deprecatingly.
"Hush!" said he. "Whisht, will ye! don't I know it? begorra meself
does. It's all a mere farrum. It's a laygal inactmint that I've got
to follow. Discipline must be kept up. Sure an' if I didn't obey the
law meself first an' foremost, me own mind 'ud all revolt against me,
an' thin where'd I be? But it'll not be anythin'. Sure to glory,
many's the fine man I've shtripped, an' him none the worse for it. So
go ahead, fool, an' the sooner ye begin, the sooner it'll be over."
"I--I--don't see--I--I--don't know--" stammered Russell.
"Arrah, sure to glory, it's as aisy as wink. Begin where ye are."
"What, here?" cried Russell, aghast.
"Yis."
"Undress here?"
"Av coorse."
"But--but--mayn't I have a private room?"
"But ye mayn't, for ye moight consale somethin'. Ye've got to ondress
before the examinin' committee--that's me. Sometimes it's done in the
presence av a committee av the whole--that's the whole regiment av
us; but this time, out av jue respect for you an' considherations av
decarrum, I've farrumed a committee av one."
"But what other clothes may I put on?" asked Russell, ruefully.
"Sure an' I've got a fine shuit for ye."
"I don't see any."
"Oh, they're handy enough to here: they're in the next room, quite
convaynient, an' I'll let ye have thim afther ye get these off."
Russell stood still in deep gloom and despondency. All his finest
feelings were outraged beyond description at this proposal. The
chief, however, sat calm and smiling, as though quite unconscious of
any evil intent.
"Come," said he, "hurry up!"
There was no help for it. He was clearly in this man's power. It was
a dreadful thought; yet he had to obey.
So he took off his cravat. This he did slowly and solemnly, as though
preparing to bare his neck for the axe of the executioner.
"Come, make haste," said the chief. "I've only got a few minutes to
spare; an' if ye can't change yer clothes before me alone, why, I'll
have to go off, an' thin ye'll have half a dozen av thim up here at
ye."
"And must I?" moaned the unhappy man.
"Av coorse," said the chief. "An' what is it all? Sure it's nothin'
at all at all, so it isn't."
Russell gave a heavy sigh, and then taking off his coat he laid it on
the floor. Then he cast an appealing glance at the chief, who,
however, only responded with an impatient gesture. Thereupon Russell
took off his waistcoat. Another appealing glance was then thrown at
the chief, who only responded by a gesture more impatient than
before.
"Come," said he, "be quick! Ye see, ye may have no end av val'able
dockymints stitched in between the lining av yer clothes--I've often
knowed that same. Begorra, we get more in that way that we find
stitched in the clothes, than we do from the wallets an' the opin
conthributions."
"But I haven't anything stitched between my clothes."
"So ye say, an' so I'm bound to believe," said the chief. "Sure I
wouldn't for the worruld be afther hintiu' that ye iver spake
anythin' but the truth. Howandiver, I'll tell ye somethin'. Ye see, I
was standin' at the dure av yer room last night by the marest
accidint, an' I happened to overhear a confabulation between you an'
Rivers. An' ye know what ye towld him, and ye know what he said to
you. Ye said somethin' about havin' Spanish bonds--to the chune av
thirty thousand pounds--in yer pocket, or about ye somewhere, an' ye
wanted some place to hide it, an' Rivers advised ye to have it
stitched in yer clothes. Now, I scorrun avesdhroppin', so I does, but
whin iufarrumation av that kind comes free to yer ears, ye're bound
to I get the good av it. An' so I'm goin' to instichoot an
invistigation over yer clothes, an' over yer room, an' over yer
thrunks, an' over everythin' ye've got, an' I'm not goin' to rist
till I've got thim bonds. Oh, ye needn't say anythin'--I can see it
all in yer face. There's nothin' to say. I don't expect ye to own up
an' hand over the money. I'm contint to hunt it up meself--that is,
for the prisint. Ye see, it's mine, for it belongs to His R'yal
Majesty Carlos, King av Spain. The bonds are issued by Spain, an' as
he is King av Spain he owns thim bonds. If ye was a native Spaniard
ye'd give thim up out av pure loyalty, but as ye're a farr'ner, why,
av coorse ye can't be ixpicted to deny yerself to such an ixtint."
At this astounding disclosure Russell was struck dumb. So, then, his
secret was betrayed, and in the most dangerous quarter, and, worst of
all, by his own folly! Once or twice he was about to speak, but the
chief checked him, and he himself was only too well aware of the
utter futility of any denial or of any attempt to explain away what
the chief had overheard. Only one consolation now remained, and that
was the hope that the chief might not find it. The place in which he
had hidden the bonds seemed to him to be very much out of the way of
an ordinary search, and not at all likely to be explored by any one.
[Illustration: "His Unfortunate Companion Sat There, The Picture Of
Terror, Despondency, And Misery."]
[Illustration: "An' So, I Say, Ye'll Have To Look On Thim Gin'ral's
Clothes As Yer Own."]
At length Russell had finished his task, and had divested himself of
everything, his remorseless captor insisting on his leaving nothing;
and so he stood shivering and crouching on the stone floor.
"Now," said the chief, "walk in there. I'll follow."
He pointed to a passage-way on the left, which led to an apartment
beyond. At his gesture Russell slunk away in that direction, while
the chief, gathering all the clothes up in a bundle, followed. On
reaching the apartment, Russell saw some garments lying spread out on
a bench. They were quite new, and consisted of a military uniform
profusely decorated with gold-lace. Everything was there complete.
"There," said the chief, "thim clothes belonged to a frind av mine
whose acquaintince I made a month ago. He left these here an' wint
away in another shuit, just as ye'll lave yer clothes an' go away, as
I thrust, in these. Put thim on now, as soon as ye loike. Ye'll find
thim a fine fit, an' they're an excellint matayrial. The frind that
left thim was a giniral officer, and be the same tokin that same man
swore more, an' faster, an' louder, an' deeper than any man I iver
met with afore or since."
While the affable chief was thus talking, Russell proceeded to array
himself in the general's uniform. Everything was there complete, from
top to toe, and everything was of the very best quality--richest gold
lace, glittering epaulettes, stripes and bands that dazzled the eye,
buttons and chains of splendor indescribable, hat with gorgeous
plumage, sword of magnificent decoration, attached to a belt that a
king might choose to wear. All these delighted the soul of Russell,
but not least of all the cloth, whose softness and exquisite fineness
appealed to his professional feelings, and caused his fingers to
wander lovingly over the costly fabric.
Soon he had completed the task of dressing himself, and once more
stood erect in all the dignity of manhood.
"Begorra!" said the chief, "ye'd ought to be grateful to me for
makin' ye put on thim clothes. Ye look loike a commandher-in-chafe,
so ye do--loike the Juke av Wellington himself. The clothes fit ye
loike a glove. I niver saw a betther fit--niver. Ye must put on yer
sword an' belt, so as to give a finish to it all," and with these
words he handed Russell the weapon of war. Russell took it with
evident pleasure and fastened it about his waist. The chief made him
walk up and down, and complimented him so strongly that the prisoner
in his new delight almost forgot the woes of captivity.
The chief now prepared to retire. Pointing to Russell's clothes,
which he had kept all the time rolled up in a bundle tucked under one
arm, he shook his head meditatively and said,
"It'll be a long job I'll be havin' wid these."
"Why so?" asked Russell.
"Sure it's the examinin' that I've got to do," said the chief.
"Gin'rally we examine thim by stickin' pins through every part, but
in yer case there's thirty thousand pounds stowed away somewhere, an'
I'm goin' meself to rip every stitch apart. Afther I've done wid my
search thro' thim clothes, it isn't loikely that any one in this
castle 'll ever be loikely to put thim together again. To do that
same 'ud nade a profissional tailor wid a crayative janius, so it
would. An' so, I say, ye'll have to look on thim gin'ral's clothes as
yer own; an' whin ye get free, as I hope ye'll be soon, ye may wear
thim away home wid ye, an' take my blessin' wid ye. Moreover, ye'll
have to keep this room. I'll spind this day in examinin' yer clothes,
an' to-morrow I'll examine the other room. The bonds 'll kape till
then, as I know ye haven't towld Rivers anythin' about what ye done
wid thim."
With these words the chief retired, and locked the door after him.