After a comforting and sustaining breakfast I sent for Paddy and Jem,
both of whom came in limping.
"Are you no better this morning?" I asked them.
"Troth, we're worse," said Paddy with a most dismal look on his face.
"I'm sorry to hear it," said I; "but I think the trouble will wear off
to-day if you lie snug and quiet in the inn. Here's this bottle of
embrocation, or what is left of it, so you may take it with you and
divide it fairly between you, remembering that one good rub deserves
another, and that our chief duty on this earth is to help our fellow
man; and as there's nothing like easy employment for making a man
forget his tribulations, Jem will rub Paddy, and Paddy will rub Jem,
and thus, God blessing you both, you will pass the time to your mutual
benefit."
"Yer honour," sniffed Jem Bottles, "I like your own prescriptions
better than Doctor Chord's. I have but small faith in the liniment;
the bottle of wine you gave us last night--and I wish it had been as
double as it made us see--was far better for our trouble than this
stuff."
"I doubt it, Jem," said I, "for you're worse this morning than you
were last night; so I'll change the treatment and go back to Doctor
Chord's remedy, for sure the Doctor is a physician held in high esteem
by the nobility of London. But you're welcome to a double mug of beer
at my expense, only see that you don't take too much of that."
"Yer honour," said Jem, "it's only when we're sober that we fall upon
affliction. We had not a drop to drink yesterday morning, and see what
happened us."
"It would have made no differ," I said, "if you had been as tipsy as
the Earl himself is when dinner's over. Trust in Providence, Jem, and
rub hard with the liniment, and you'll be a new man by the morrow
morn."
With this I took my papers and the letter of introduction, and set out
as brave as you please to find the Temple, which I thought would be a
sort of a church, but which I found to be a most sober and respectable
place very difficult for a stranger to find his way about in. But at
last I came to the place where Mr. Josiah Brooks dispensed the law for
a consideration to ignorant spalpeens like myself, that was less
familiar with the head that had a gray wig on than with cracking heads
by help of a good shillelah that didn't know what a wig was. As it was
earlier in the morning than Mr. Brooks's usual hour I had to sit
kicking my heels in a dismal panelled anteroom till the great lawyer
came in. He was a smooth-faced serious-looking man, rather elderly,
and he passed through the anteroom without so much as casting a look
at me, and was followed by a melancholy man in rusty black who had
told me to take a chair, holding in his hand the letter Lady Mary had
written. After a short time the man came out again, and, treating me
with more deference than when he bade me be seated, asked me kindly
if I would step this way and Mr. Brooks would see me.
"You are Mr. O'Ruddy, I take it," he said in a tone which I think he
thought was affable.
"I am."
"Have you brought with you the papers referred to in this letter?"
"I have."
And with that I slammed them down on the table before him. He untied
the bundle and sorted out the different documents, apparently placing
them in their right order. After this he adjusted his glasses more to
his liking and glanced over the papers rapidly until he came to one
that was smaller than the rest, and this he read through twice very
carefully. Then he piled them up together at his right hand very
neatly, for he seemed to have a habit of old maid's precision about
him. He removed his glasses and looked across the table at me.
"Are you the son of the O'Ruddy here mentioned?"
"I am."
"His eldest son?"
"His only son."
"You can prove that, I suppose?"
"Troth, it was never disputed."
"I mean there would be no difficulty in getting legal and documentary
proof."
"I think not, for my father said after my first fight, that it might
be questioned whether I was my mother's son or no,--there was no doubt
that I was his."
The legal man drew down his brows at this, but made no comment as, in
tones that betrayed little interest in the affair, he demanded:
"Why did your father not claim this property during his lifetime?"
"Well, you see, Mr. Brooks, my father was an honest man, and he never
pretended the property was his. From what I remember of his
conversation on the subject the Earl and him was in a tight place
after a battle in France, and it was thought they would both be made
prisoners. The Earl had his deeds with him, and if he were caught the
enemy would demand a large ransom for him, for these would show him to
be a man of property. So he made the estate over to my father, and my
father ran the risk of being captured and taken for the Earl of
Westport. Now that I have been made happy by the acquaintance of his
lordship, I'm thinking that if my father had fallen into the hands of
the enemy he might have remained there till this day without the Earl
raising a hand to help him. Nobody in England would have disputed the
Earl's ownership of his own place, which I understand has been in his
family for hundreds of years, so they might very well have got on
without the deeds, as in fact they have done. That's all I know about
it."
"Then, sir," said Mr. Brooks, "do you intend to contest the ownership
of the property on the strength of these documents?"
"I do," said I firmly.
"Very well. You must leave them with me for a few days until I get
opinion upon them. I may say I have grave doubts of your succeeding in
such litigation unless you can prove that your father gave reasonable
consideration for the property made over to him."
"Troth, he'd no consideration to give except his own freedom and the
loan of a pair of breeches, and it seems that the Earl never troubled
his head whether he gave the first-named or not. He might have given
his life for all the thanks his son got from my Lord of Westport."
"From a rapid glance at these instruments I can see that they may be
of great value to his lordship, but I doubt their being of any value
at all to you; in fact you might find the tables turned upon you, and
be put in the position of a fraudulent claimant or a levier of
blackmail."
"It's not blackmail I'm going to levy at all," cried I, "but the
whitest of white mail. I have not the slightest intention of going
into the courts of law; but, to tell you the plain truth about it,
Lady Mary and me are going to get married in spite of all the Earls
that ever drank, or all the Countesses that ever scolded. Now this
dear girl has a great confidence in you, and she has sent me to you to
find what's best to be done. I want nothing of this property at all.
Sure I've estates enough of my own in Ireland, and a good castle
forby, save that the roof leaks a little in places; but a bundle of
straw will soon set that to rights, only old Patsy is so lazy through
not getting his money regular. Now it struck me that if I went boldly
to Brede Castle, or whatever it is, and took possession of it, there
would first be the finest scrimmage any man ever saw outside of
Ireland, and after that his lordship the Earl would say to me,--
"'O'Ruddy, my boy, my limbs are sore; can't we crack a bottle instead
of our heads over this, and make a compromise?'
"'Earl of Westport,' I'll say to him, 'a bottle will be but the
beginning of it. We'll sit down at a table and settle this debate in
ten minutes if you're reasonable.'
"He'll not be reasonable, of course, but you see what I have in my
mind."
"Brede Place," said the lawyer slowly, "is not exactly a castle, but
it's a very strong house and might be held by a dozen determined men
against an army."
"Then once let me get legally inside, and I'll hold it till the Earl
gets more sense in his head than is there at the present moment."
"Possession," said Mr. Brooks, "is nine points of the law."
"It is with a woman," said I, thinking of something else.
"It is with an estate," answered Josiah severely.
"True for you," I admitted, coming back to the point at issue, for it
was curious, in spite of the importance of the interview, how my mind
kept wandering away to a locked room in the Earl of Westport's house,
and to a shady path that ran around the edge of his garden.
"I intend to get possession of the Brede estate if I have to crack the
crown of every man at present upon it. But I am an Irishman, and
therefore a person of peace, and I wish to crack the crowns in
accordance with the law of England, so I come to you for directions
how it should be done."
"It is not my place," said Brooks, looking very sour, "to counsel a
man to break either heads or the law. In fact it is altogether illegal
to assault another unless you are in danger of your own life."
"The blessing of all the Saints be upon you," said I, "yet, ever since
I set foot in this land, coming across the boiling seas, entirely to
do a kindness to the Earl of Westport, I have gone about in fear of my
life."
"You have surely not been assaulted?" demanded Mr. Brooks, raising his
eyebrows in surprise.
"Assaulted, is it? I have been set upon in every manner that is
possible for a peace-lover to be interfered with. To tell you the
truth, no longer ago than yesterday morning, as quiet and decent a
Sunday as ever came down on London, my two innocent servants,
garrulous creatures that wouldn't hurt a fly, were lured into the high
walled garden of the Earl of Westport to see the flowers which both of
them love, and there they were pounced upon by the whole body-guard of
my lord the Earl, while himself and his quiet-mannered Countess were
there to urge them on. Doctor Chord, a little snobbish creature,
basking in the smiles of their noble countenances, stood by and gave
medical advice showing where best to hit the poor innocent
unfortunates that had fallen into their hands."
"Tut, tut!" said Josiah Brooks, his face frowning like a storm-cloud
over the hills of Donegal. "If such is indeed the case, an action
would lie--"
"Oh, well and as far as that goes, so would Doctor Chord, and all the
rest that was there. My poor lads lie now, bruised and sore, in the
upper rooms of the stable at the 'Pig and Turnip.' They want no more
action, I can tell you, nor lying either."
"You can prove, then," said the lawyer, "that you have suffered
violence from the outset."
"Indeed and I could."
"Well, well, we must look into the matter. You recite a most curious
accumulation of offences, each of which bears a serious penalty
according to the law of England. But there is another matter mentioned
in Lady Mary's letter which is even more grave than any yet alluded
to."
"And what is that?" I asked in surprise.
"She says that she wishes to have advanced to you, upon the security
of these papers, five hundred golden guineas."
"Do you tell me that now?" I cried with delight. "Sure I have always
said that Mary was the most sensible girl within the boundaries of
this realm."
"That may all be; but women, you see, know little of money or the
methods of obtaining it."
"You're right in that," I admitted. "It's the other end of the stick
they hold; they know a good deal of the way of spending it."
"You will understand," went on Mr. Brooks, "that if money is to be
raised on the security of these documents, your rights in possessing
them must be severely scrutinized, while--you will pardon my saying
so--the security of your estates in Ireland might be looked at askance
by the money-lenders of London."
"Oh, don't let the estates in Ireland trouble you, for the
money-lenders of Dublin have already mortgaged them a foot deep. You
can raise little on my estates in Ireland but the best turf you ever
burned, and that's raised with a spade."
"Very well," said Josiah Brooks, gathering up the papers and tying
them together with a bit of red ribbon which he took out of his
drawer, ignoring the Irish cord that had held them through all their
emergencies. "Very well, I shall seek advice and let you know the
result."
"Seek advice," I cried. "Sure a man of your attainments doesn't need
to seek advice of any one. Aren't you learned in the law yourself?"
"I must have counsel's opinion," said Josiah solemnly, as if he were
speaking of the decisions of Providence.
"Well, you astonish me, Mr. Brooks, for I thought you knew it all, and
that's why I came to you; but perhaps it's only your own modesty that
makes you reluctant to speak of your attainments, though I suppose
what you really mean is that you want to take a pipe in your mouth and
a glass of good liquor at your elbow and read the papers at your
leisure."
Mr. Josiah Brooks was a solemn man, and he did not appear to relish
the picture I so graphically drew of him, when in truth I was thinking
only of his own comfort; so I changed the subject with an alertness of
mind which perhaps he was incapable of appreciating.
"How far from London is this estate of Brede?" I asked, "and how do
you get to it?"
"It is fifty or sixty miles away," he said, "and lies in the county of
Sussex, close to the sea, but not on it. If you wish to visit Brede
estate," he went on, as if I had not been telling him I was going to
do that very thing in force, "if you wish to visit Brede estate, the
best plan is to go to Rye and there engage a guide who will lead you
to it."
"Rye," said I in astonishment, wondering where I had heard the name
before; then, suddenly remembering, I said:
"Rye is a seaport town, is it not?"
"It is," agreed Mr. Brooks.
"Rye is the spot," rejoined I, "where Father Donovan will embark on
his pilgrimage to Rome. Sure, and I'm glad to hear that, for the good
old man and I will travel there together, and the blessing of
Providence will surround me, which I hope will be helpful if the
Earl's cut-throats bar the way, as is more than likely."
"Very well, Mr. O'Ruddy, as you are doubtless impatient to know the
result, you may call upon me to-morrow afternoon at four o'clock, and
I may be in a position to give you more information than I can offer
at present."
I took that as a dismissal, and, getting up, shook him warmly by the
hand, although his arm was as stiff as a pump handle, and he seemed to
take little pleasure in the farewell. And so I left the Temple, that
was as lonely as the road between Innishannon and the sea, and trudged
out into Fleet Street, which was as lively as Skibbereen Fair. I was
so overjoyed to find that my journey lay in the same direction as
Father Donovan's that I tramped on westward till after some trouble I
found the priest's house in which he was stopping, to tell the good
father that I would go part of the way to Rome with him. He was indeed
delighted to see me, and introduced me to his host, Father Kilnane,
nearly as fine a man and as good a priest as Father Donovan himself.
We had dinner there all together at mid-day, and I invited Father
Donovan to come out and see the town with me, which he did. The
peaceful father clung to my arm in a kind of terror at what he was
witnessing, for he was as innocent of the ways of a big town as if he
had been a gossoon from a hedge-school in Ireland. Yet he was mightily
interested in all he saw, and asked me many thousand questions that
day, and if I did not know the correct answer to them, it made no
differ to Father Donovan, for he did not know the answer himself and
took any explanation as if it was as true as the gospels he studied
and preached.
Daylight was gone before we got back to the house he lodged in, and
nothing would do but I must come in and have a bit of supper, although
I told him that supper would be waiting for me at the "Pig and
Turnip." It had been agreed between us that we would travel together
as far as Rye, and that there I should see him off on his tempestuous
voyage to Dunkirk or Calais, as the case might be. The old man was
mightily delighted to find that our ways lay together through the
south of England. He was pleased to hear that I had determined on my
rights through the courts of law, with no more sword-playing and
violence, which, to tell the truth, until it reached its height, the
old man was always against; although, when a quarrel came to its
utmost interesting point, I have seen Father Donovan fidget in his
cassock, and his eyes sparkle with the glow of battle, although up
till then he had done his best to prevent the conflict.
It was getting late when I neared the "Pig and Turnip," and there was
a good deal of turmoil in the streets. I saw one or two pretty
debates, but, remembering my new resolution to abide by law and order,
I came safely past them and turned up the less-frequented street that
held my inn, when at the corner, under the big lamp, a young man with
something of a swagger about him, in spite of the meanness of his
dress, came out from the shadow of the wall and looked me hard in the
face.
"Could you direct me, sir, to a hostelry they call the 'Pig and
Turnip'?" he asked with great civility.
"If you will come with me," said I, "I'll bring you to the place
itself, for that's where I'm stopping."
"Is it possible," he said, "that I have the honour of addressing The
O'Ruddy?"
"That great privilege is yours," said I, coming to a standstill in the
middle of the street, as I saw the young man had his sword drawn and
pressed close against his side to allay suspicion. I forgot all about
law and order, and had my own blade free of the scabbard on the
instant; but the young man spoke smoothly and made no motion of
attack, which was very wise of him.
"Mr. O'Ruddy," he says, "we are both men of the world and sensible men
and men of peace. Where two gentlemen, one down on his luck and the
other in prosperity, have a private matter to discuss between them, I
think this discussion should take place quietly and in even tones of
voice."
"Sir," said I, giving my sword-hand a little shake, so that the weapon
settled down into its place, "Sir, you express my sentiments exactly,
and as you are a stranger to me perhaps you will be good enough to
announce the subject that concerns us."
"I may say at the outset," he remarked almost in a whisper, so polite
he was, "that I have eight good swordsmen at my back, who are not
visible until I give the signal; therefore you see, sir, that your
chances are of the slightest if I should be compelled to call upon
them. I know the fame of The O'Ruddy as a swordsman, and you may take
it as a compliment, sir, that I should hesitate to meet you alone. So
much for saving my own skin, but I am a kindly man and would like to
save your skin as well. Therefore if you will be kind enough to hand
to me the papers which you carry in your pocket, you will put me under
strong obligations, and at the same time sleep peaceably to-night at
the 'Pig and Turnip' instead of here in the gutter, to be picked up by
the watch, for I can assure you, sir, as a man that knows the town,
the watch will not be here to save you whatever outcry you may make."
"I am obliged to you, sir, for your discourse and your warning, to
both of which I have paid strict attention; and in the interests of
that peace which we are each of us so loath to break I may announce to
you that the papers you speak of are not in my possession."
"Pardon me, sir, but they must be; for we have searched your room
thoroughly, and we have also searched your servants."
"A thief of the night," cried I with mighty indignation, "may easily
search an honest man's room; and his poor servants, beaten and bruised
by your master's orders, would fall easy victims to the strength and
numbers of your ruffians; but you will find it a difficult matter to
search me."
"Sir," he replied, bowing as polite as Palermo, "I grieve to state
that you are in error. The searching of both your servants and your
rooms was accomplished, not through the employment of force, but by
the power of money. Your servants insisted they had nothing on their
persons but liniment, and they accepted one gold piece each to allow
me to verify their statements. Another gold piece gave me, for a time,
the freedom of your room. If you have not the papers upon you, then
there is no harm in allowing me to run my hand over your clothes,
because the package is a bulky one and I will speedily corroborate
your statement."
"Sir," said I, not to be outdone in courtesy by this gentleman of the
gutter, "I will tell you truthfully that I have nothing on me but my
sword, and to that you are quite welcome if you leave to me the choice
of which end I hold and which I present to you,"--and with that I
sprang with my back to the wall, under the lamp, leaving myself
partially in shadow, but having spread in front of me a semicircle of
light which any assailant attacking must cross, or indeed remain in
its effulgence if he would keep free of the point of my blade.
"It grieves me to find that you are a man of violence," replied the
scoundrel in the mildest of tones, "and you will bear witness
afterward that I did my best to keep you from harm."
"I freely acknowledge it now," said I. "Bring on your men."
To tell the truth, I had no belief at all in the existence of his force,
and thought he was playing a game on me, hoping to take me unawares; for
if the man knew anything at all he must have known what a swordsman I
was, and it was no charge of cowardice against him that he was loath to
come to close quarters with me. I speedily discovered, however, that all
he said was true; for he gave a low whistle, and out of the darkness
instantly sprang seven or eight as malicious-looking villains as a man
would care to see, each one with a sword in his hand.
As many erroneous and exaggerated accounts of this encounter have been
given in the coffee-houses, and even in the public prints, it is well
that I should now tell the truth about it. No man that has the hang of
his blade need fear the onset of a mob except in one case, and that is
this,--if the whole eight set upon me at once with every sword
extended, there was a chance that though I might, by great expertness,
disable half of them, the other half would run me through. But it
should never be forgotten that these men were fighting for money, and
I was fighting for my life, and that makes all the difference in the
world. Each man makes a show of attack, but he holds off, hoping that
one of the others will dare to thrust. This is fatal to success, but
not necessarily fatal to their intended victim. An active man with a
wall at his back can generally account for all that comes in front of
him if he is deeply in earnest and has not too much liquor in him. It
astonished London that I was able to defeat eight men, each one of
whom was armed as efficiently as myself; but, as my father used to
say, if you are not wholly taken up with the determination to have a
man's life, you may pink him in what spot you choose if you give a
little thought to the matter. The great object is the disarming of the
enemy. Now, if you give a man a jab in the knuckles, or if you run
your blade delicately up his arm from the wrist to the elbow, this is
what happens. The man involuntarily yells out, and as involuntarily
drops his sword on the flags. If you prick a man on the knuckle-bone,
he will leave go his sword before he has time to think, it being an
action entirely unconscious on his part, just like winking your eye or
drawing your breath; yet I have seen men run through the body who kept
sword in hand and made a beautiful lunge with it even as they
staggered across the threshold of death's door.
Now I had no desire for any of these men's lives, but I determined to
have their swords. I glittered my own shining blade before their eyes,
flourishing a semicircle with it, and making it dart here and there
like the tongue of an angry snake; and instantly every man in front of
me felt uncomfortable, not knowing where the snake was going to sting,
and then, as I said before, they were fighting for money and not for
honour. When I had dazzled their eyes for a moment with this
sword-play and bewildered their dull brains, I suddenly changed my
tactics and thrust forward quicker than you can count one, two, three,
four, five, six, seven, eight,--and each man was holding a bleeding
fist to his mouth, while the swords clattered on the cobbles like hail
on the copper roof of a cathedral. It was the most beautiful and
complete thing I ever saw. I then swept the unarmed men back a pace or
two with a flirt of my weapon, and walked up the pavement, kicking the
swords together till they lay in a heap at my feet. The chief ruffian
stood there dazed, with his sword still in his hand, for he had
stepped outside the circle, he acting as captain, and depending on the
men to do the work.
"Drop that," I shouted, turning on him, and he flung his sword in the
street as if it was red hot.
"Sir," said I to him, "a sword in your hand is merely an
inconvenience to you; see if you don't look better with an armful of
them. Pick up these nine blades in a bundle and walk on before me to
the 'Pig and Turnip.' When we come into the courtyard of that tavern,
you are to turn round and make me the lowest bow you can without
rubbing your nose against the pavement. Then you will say, as
gracefully as the words can be uttered:
"'Mr. O'Ruddy,' you say, 'these swords are yours by right of conquest.
You have defeated nine armed men to-night in less than as many
minutes, so I present you with the spoil.' Then you will bow to the
people assembled in the courtyard,--for there is aways a mob of them
there, late and early,--and you will make another low obeisance to me.
If you do all this acceptably to my sense of politeness, I will let
you go unmolested; but if you do otherwise, I will split your gullet
for you."
"Sir," said the captain, "I accept your terms."
With that he stooped and picked up the bundle of weapons, marching on
stolidly before me till he came to the "Pig and Turnip." All the rest
had disappeared in the darkness, and had gone to their dens, very
likely to nurse sore knuckles and regret the loss of good stout
blades.
Our coming to the tavern caused a commotion, as you may well imagine;
and although I don't make too much of the encounter, yet it is my
belief that such an incident never happened in London before. The
captain carried out his part of the presentation with an air of
deference and a choice of good language that charmed me; then he
backed out under the archway to the street, bowing six or seven times
as he went. I had never any fault to find with the man's manner. Paddy
and Jem, now seemingly quite recovered from their misusage of Sunday,
stood back of the group with eyes and mouths open, gazing upon me with
an admiration I could not but appreciate.
"Come out of that," said I, "and take this cutlery up to my room," and
they did.
I sat down at the table and wrote a letter to Mr. Brooks.
"Sir," said I in it, "I don't know whether I am plaintiff or defendant
in the suit that's coming on, but whichever it is here's a bundle of
legal evidence for your use. You mentioned the word 'violence' to me
when I had the pleasure of calling on you. This night I was set upon
by nine ruffians, who demanded from me the papers now in your
possession. I took their knives from them, so they would not hurt
themselves or other people, and I send you these knives to be filed
for reference."
I tied up the swords in two bundles, and in the morning sent Paddy and
Jem off with them and the letter to the Temple, which caused great
commotion in that peaceable quarter of the city, and sent forth the
rumour that all the lawyers were to be at each other's throats next
day.