In the afternoon I went slowly to the Temple, thinking a good deal on
the way. It's truth I tell, that in spite of the victory of the night
before I walked to the Temple rather downhearted. Whether Josiah
Brooks was an attorney, or a barrister, or a solicitor, or a plain
lawyer, I don't know to this day, and I never could get my mind to
grasp the distinction that lies between those names in that trade; but
whichever it was it seemed to me he was a cold, unenthusiastic man,
and that he thought very little indeed of my game. There is small
pleasure in litigation in England as compared with the delight of the
law in the old Ark. If I had gone to see a lawyer in Dublin or Cork he
would have been wild with excitement before I had got half through my
story. He would have slapped me on the back and shook me by the hand,
and cried "Whurroo" at the prospect of a contest. My quarrel would
have been his before I had been ten minutes in his presence, and he
would have entered into the spirit of the fight as if he were the
principal in it instead of merely acting for him; but in this gloomy
country of England, where they engage upon a lawsuit, not with
delight, but as if they were preparing for a funeral; there is no
enjoyment in the courts at all at all. I wished I could transfer the
case to the old turf, where there is more joy in being defeated than
there is in winning in England; for I have seen the opposing lawyers
rise from the most gentlemanly and elegant language you ever heard to
a heated debate; then fling books at each other, and finally clench,
while the judge stood up and saw fair play. But this man Brooks was so
calm and collected and uninterested that he fairly discouraged me, and
I saw that I was going to get neither the money I needed nor the
support I expected from him.
As I went up his dark stairway in the Temple and came to the passage
that led to the outer room, I saw standing in a corner the two bundles
of swords I had sent him, as if he had cast them out, which indeed he
had done. After some delay in the outer room, the melancholy man in
rusty black asked me, would I go in, and there sat Josiah Brooks at
his table as if he had never left it since I took my departure the day
before. He looked across at me with a scrutiny which seemed to be
mingled with dislike and disapproval.
"Mr. O'Ruddy," he said, quiet-like, "it is not customary to send to a
law office a number of swords, which are entirely out of place in such
rooms. They have been counted and are found to number nine. I shall be
obliged if you sign this receipt for them, accept delivery of the
same, and remove them from the premises at your earliest convenience."
So I signed the receipt without a word and handed it back to him. Then
I said,--
"I will send my servant for the swords as soon as I return to the
inn."
He inclined his head the merest trifle, drew some papers toward him,
and adjusted his glasses.
"It is my duty to tell you, Mr. O'Ruddy, that if you go into the
courts with this case you will assuredly be defeated, and the costs
will follow. There is also a possibility that when the civil
proceedings are determined a criminal action against yourself may
ensue."
"I told you, sir," said I, with my heart sinking, "I had no intention
of troubling the courts at all at all. In the land I come from we are
more inclined to settle a case with a good stout blackthorn than with
the aid of a lawyer's wig. These papers say in black and white that I
am the owner of Brede estate, and I intend to take possession of it."
"It is only right to add," continued Brooks, with that great air of
calm I found so exasperating, "it is only right to add that you are in
a position to cause great annoyance to the Earl of Westport. You can
at least cast doubt on his title to the estate; and he stands this
jeopardy, that if contrary to opinion your cause should prove
successful,--and we must never forget that the law is very
uncertain,--the Earl would have to account for the moneys he has drawn
from the estate, which would run into many thousands of pounds, and,
together with the loss of the property, would confront his lordship
with a most serious situation. Your case, therefore, though weak from
a strictly legal point of view, is exceptionally strong as a basis for
compromise."
These words cheered me more than I can say, and it is an extraordinary
fact that his frozen, even tone, and his lack of all interest in the
proceedings had an elevating effect upon my spirits which I could not
have believed possible.
"As it is a compromise that I'm after," said I, "what better case can
we want?"
"Quite so," he resumed; "but as there is no encouragement in the
strictly legal aspect of the plea, you will understand that no
money-lender in London will advance a farthing on such unstable
security. Even though I am acting in your interests, I could not take
the responsibility of advising any capitalist to advance money on such
uncertain tenure."
This threw me into the depths again; for, although I never care to
meet trouble half way, I could not conceal from myself the fact that
my bill at the "Pig and Turnip" had already reached proportions which
left me no alternative but to slip quietly away in liquidation of the
account. This was a thing I never liked to do; and when I am compelled
to make that settlement I always take note of the amount, so that I
may pay it if I am ever that way again and have more money than I need
at the moment. Even if I succeeded in getting away from the inn, what
could I do at Brede with no money at all?--for in that part of the
country they would certainly look upon the Earl of Westport as the
real owner of the property, and on me as a mere interloper; and if I
could not get money on the documents in London, there was little
chance of getting credit even for food at Brede.
"It is rather a blue look-out then," said I as cheerfully as I could.
"From a legal standpoint it is," concurred Mr. Brooks, as unconcerned
as if his own payment did not depend on my raising the wind with these
papers. "However, I have been instructed by a person who need not be
named, who has indeed stipulated that no name shall be mentioned, to
advance you the sum of five hundred guineas, which I have here in my
drawer, and which I will now proceed to count out to you if you, in
the mean time, will sign this receipt, which acquits me of all
responsibility and certifies that I have handed the money over to you
without rebate or reduction."
And with that the man pulled open a drawer and began to count out the
glittering gold.
I sprang to my feet and brought my fist down on the table with a
thump. "Now, by the Great Book of Kells, what do you mean by chopping
and changing like a rudderless lugger in a ten-knot breeze? If the
expedition is possible, and you had the money in your drawer all the
time, why couldn't you have spoken it out like a man, without raising
me to the roof and dropping me into the cellar in the way you've
done?"
The man looked unruffled across the table at me. He pushed a paper a
little farther from him, and said without any trace of emotion:
"Will you sign that receipt at the bottom, if you please?"
I sat down and signed it, but I would rather have jabbed a pen between
his close-set lips to give him a taste of his own ink. Then I sat
quiet and watched him count the gold, placing it all in neat little
pillars before him. When it was finished, he said:
"Will you check the amount?"
"Is that gold mine?" I asked him.
"It is," he replied.
So I rose up without more ado and shovelled it into my pockets, and
he put the receipt into the drawer after reading it over carefully,
and arched his eyebrows without saying anything when he saw me pocket
the coins uncounted.
"I wish you good afternoon," said I.
"I have to detain you one moment longer," he replied. "I have it on
the most trustworthy information that the Earl of Westport is already
aware of your intention to proceed to the country estate alleged to be
owned by him. Your outgoings and incomings are watched, and I have to
inform you that unless you proceed to Rye with extreme caution there
is likelihood that you may be waylaid, and perchance violence offered
to you."
"In that case I will reap a few more swords; but you need not fear, I
shall not trouble you with them."
"They are out of place in a solicitor's chamber," he murmured gently.
"Is there anything further I can do for you?"
"Yes," I said, "there is one thing more. I would be obliged if you
could make me a bundle of legal-looking papers that are of no further
use to you: a sheet of that parchment, and some of the blue stuff like
what I carried. The Earl seems determined to have a packet of papers
from me, and I would like to oblige him, as he's going to be my
father-in-law, although he doesn't know it. I'd like some writing on
these papers,--Latin for preference."
Josiah Brooks thought steadily for a few moments, then he called out
and the melancholy rusty man came in. He took a few instructions and
went out again. After a long time he entered once more and placed on
the table a packet I would have sworn was my own. This the lawyer
handed to me without a word, and the rusty man held open the door for
me. So, with the bogus papers in my pocket, not to mention the genuine
gold, I took my leave of Josiah and the Temple.
As soon as I was outside I saw at once that there was no time to be
lost. If the Earl had guessed my intention, as was hinted, what would
he do? Whenever I wish to answer a question like that to myself, I
think what would I do if I were in the position of the other man. Now
what I would have done, was this, if I were the Earl of Westport. I
would send down to Brede all the ruffians at my disposal and garrison
the house with them; and if the Earl did this, I would be on the
outside, and he on the inside with advantage over me accordingly. Most
men fight better behind stone walls than out in the open; and,
besides, a few men can garrison a barracks that five hundred cannot
take by assault. However, as it turned out, I was crediting the Earl
with brains equal to my own, which in truth neither he nor any of his
followers had below their bonnets. He trusted to intercepting me on
the highway, just as if he hadn't already failed in that trick. But it
takes a score of failures to convince an Englishman that he is on the
wrong track altogether, while an Irishman has so many plans in his
head that there's never time to try one of them twice in succession.
But if I was wrong about the Earl, I was right about his daughter,
when I suspected that she gave the lawyer the information about the
Earl's knowledge of my plans, and I was also right when I credited the
dear girl with drawing on her own funds to give me the golden
guineas,--"and may each one of them," said I to myself, "prove a
golden blessing on her head."
At any rate, there was no time to be lost, so I made straight to
Father Donovan and asked him would he be ready to begin the journey to
Rye after an early breakfast with me at the "Pig and Turnip."
You never saw a man in your life so delighted at the prospect of
leaving London as was Father Donovan, and indeed I was glad to get
away from the place myself. The good father said the big town confused
him; and, although he was glad to have seen it, he was more happy
still to get out of it and breathe a breath of fresh country air once
more. So it was arranged that he would come to the "Pig and Turnip"
next morning between six and seven o'clock. I then turned back to the
shop of a tailor who for a long time had had two suits of clothing
waiting for me that were entirely elegant in their design. The tailor,
however, would not take the word of a gentleman that payment would
follow the delivery of the costumes; for a little later would be more
convenient for me to give him the money, and this made me doubt, in
spite of the buttons and gold lace, if the garments were quite the
fashionable cut, because a tailor who demands money on the spot shows
he is entirely unaccustomed to deal with the upper classes; but I
needed these clothes, as the two suits I possessed were getting a
little the worse for wear.
When I went into his shop he was inclined to be haughty, thinking I
had come to ask credit again; but when he saw the glitter of the money
the man became obsequious to a degree that I never had witnessed
before. I was affable to him, but distant; and when he offered me
everything that was in his shop, I told him I would take time and
consider it. He sent a servant following behind me with the goods, and
so I came once more to the "Pig and Turnip," where I ordered Paddy and
Jem to go to the Temple and fetch away the swords.
There seemed to be a pleased surprise on the face of the landlord when
I called for my bill and paid it without question, chiding him for his
delay in not sending it before. I engaged a horse for Father Donovan
to ride on the following morning, and ordered breakfast ready at six
o'clock, although I gave my commands that I was to be wakened an hour
before daylight.
I spent the rest of the day in my room with Paddy and Jem, trying to
knock into their heads some little notion of geography, wishing to
make certain that they would sooner or later arrive in Rye without
stumbling in on Belfast while on the way. My own knowledge of the face
of the country was but meagre, so the landlord brought in a rough map
of the south of England, and I cautioned the lads to get across London
Bridge and make for the town of Maidstone, from where they could go
due south, and if they happened on the coast they were to inquire for
Rye and stay there until further orders. Jem Bottles, who thought he
had brains in his head, said he would not be so open in telling every
one we were going to Rye if he was me, because he was sure the Earl
had people on the look-out, and money was plenty with his lordship. If
every one knew when we were taking our departure, there would be no
difficulty in following us and overcoming us on some lonely part of
the road.
"Jem," said I, "that's all very true; but when they attacked us before
they got very little change for their trouble; and if you are afraid
of some slight commotion on the road, then you can stay back here in
London."
"I am not afraid at all," said Jem, "but if there's anything
particular you would like to see in Rye, there's no use in blocking
the road to it."
"Sure, Jem, then be quiet about it."
Turning to the landlord, who was standing by, I said to him:
"My men fear we are going to be intercepted, so I think if I began the
journey some time before daylight, and they followed me soon after, I
might slip away unnoticed."
The landlord scratched his head and crinkled up his brow, for to think
was unusual with him.
"I don't see," he said at last, "what you have to gain by going
separately. It seems to me it would be better to go in a body, and
then, if you are set on, there are three instead of one."
"Very well," said I, "I'll take your caution into consideration, and
act upon it or not as seems best when the time comes."
I told Paddy and Jem to sleep that night on the floor of my own room,
and cautioned them to wake me an hour before daylight at the latest.
Jem slept through until I had to kick him into consciousness; but poor
Paddy, on the other hand, wakened me four times during the night,--the
first time two hours after I had gone to sleep, and I could have
cudgelled him for his pains, only I knew the lad's intentions were
good. The last time I could stand it no longer, although it was still
earlier than the hour I had said, so I got up and dressed myself in
one of my new suits.
"And here, Paddy," said I, "you will wear the costume I had on
yesterday."
"I couldn't think of it," said Paddy, drawing back from the grandeur.
"You are not to think, you impudent gossoon, but to do as I tell you.
Put them on, and be as quick as you can."
"Troth, yer honour," said Paddy, still shrinking from them, "they're
too grand for the likes o' me, an' few will be able to tell the differ
atween us."
"You conceited spalpeen, do ye think there's no difference between us
but what the clothes make? Get into them. I intend certain other
people to take you for me in the dark, and I can warrant you these
clothes, grand as you think them, will be very soundly beaten before
this day is done with."
"Ochone, ochone," moaned Paddy, "am I to get another beating already,
and some of the bruises not yet off my flesh?"
"Put on the coat now, and don't do so much talking. Sure it's all in
the day's work, and I promise you before long you'll have your revenge
on them."
"It's not revenge I'm after," wailed Paddy, "but a whole skin."
"Now you're transformed into a gentleman," said I, "and many a lad
would take a beating for the privilege of wearing such gorgeous
raiment. Here is a packet of paper that you're to keep in your pocket
till it's taken away from you. And now I'll help you to saddle the
horse, and once you're across London Bridge you'll likely come upon
Maidstone and Rye some time in your life, for you can't get back over
the river again except by the same bridge, so you'll know it when you
come to it."
And so I mounted Paddy in the courtyard; the sleepy watchman undid the
bolts in the big gate in the archway; and my man rode out into the
darkness in no very cheerful humour over his journey. I came back and
took forty winks more in the arm-chair, then, with much difficulty, I
roused Jem Bottles. He also, without a murmur, but with much pride in
his dressing, put on the second of my discarded suits, and seemed to
fancy himself mightily in his new gear. With plenty of cord I tied and
retied the two bundles of swords and placed them across the horse in
front of his saddle, and it was not yet daylight when Jem jingled out
into the street like a moving armoury. Two huge pistols were in his
holsters, loaded and ready to his hand.
"By the Saints," said Jem proudly, "the man that meddles with me shall
get hot lead or cold steel for his breakfast," and with that he went
off at a canter, waking the echoes with the clash of his horse's shoes
on the cobble-stones.
I went up stairs again and threw myself down on the bed and slept
peacefully with no Paddy to rouse me until half-past-six, when a
drawer knocked at the door and said that a priest that was downstairs
would be glad to see me. I had him up in a jiffy, and a hot breakfast
following fast on his heels, which we both laid in in quantities, for
neither of us knew where our next meal was to be. However, the good
father paid little thought to the future as long as the present meal
was well served and satisfactory. He had no more idea than a spring
lamb how we were to get to Rye, but thought perhaps a coach set out
at that hour in the morning. When I told him I had a horse saddled and
waiting for him, he was pleased, for Father Donovan could scamper
across the country in Ireland with the best of them. So far as I could
judge, the coast was clear, for every one we met between the "Pig and
Turnip" and the bridge seemed honest folk intent on getting early to
their work. It was ten minutes past seven when we clattered across the
bridge and set our faces toward Rye.