PART I.

TALES OF THE SUPERNATURAL.

SIX ROMANTIC STORIES.

BY

JAMES PLATT, JUNIOR.

_PRICE ONE SHILLING._

LONDON:

SIMPKIN, MARSHALL, HAMILTON, KENT & CO.,

4 STATIONERS' HALL COURT.

1894.

_Entered at Stationers' Hall_] [_All Rights Reserved._

CONTENTS.

THE SEVEN SIGILS

THE HAND OF GLORY

THE RABBI LION

THE EVIL EYE

THE WITCHES' SABBATH

THE DEVIL'S DEBT

THE SEVEN SIGILS.

PART I.

BRAVO AND POISONER.

The Bottomless Lake of our Legend was reputed an outlet of the

Bottomless Pit. No creature of our world had ever swum its lethal

ebb and flow, but on the nights of the great Sabbaths, when the

wizardry of all Italy swept to its beetling cliffs as to their

Holiest of Holies, its waters eructed to the rendezvous the retinue

of Hell--the wealth of an argosy would not have tempted a Lombard to

venture within eye-shot of it after nightfall. Who, then, are these

two men of mortal mould that outstare the depths of the Bottomless

Lake itself, and not only that but from the very horns of the Altar

of the Black Mass, and not only that, but at the witching hour

forsooth of night, when graveyards yawn, and the everlasting doors of

Tophet open wide? Their guardian angels of good have surely turned

from their right hands, and their evil guardians of the left are

grinning from horn to horn. With the chime of twelve from the

distant steeple dies out the last echo of admonition, and they begin

to work out such unhallowed errand as alone can have brought them to

so damned a spot; the elder of the two in a tone of hushed solemnity

addresses a series of questions to the younger, who responds to them

with an equally awful gravity, after the manner of a catechism.

"Dost know me who I am?"

"Tosca of Venice, bravo and poisoner."

"And Yourself?"

"Janko the Illyrian, bravo with a right good will, but not yet

poisoner."

"My ancestry?"

"Sorcerer stock, whose secrets you would fain have inherited and

their trade pursued."

"Why did I not?"

"The Council of Ten bore down upon your race, and but for your

extreme youth you yourself would have crossed the Bridge of Sighs.

Orphaned by the State, and retaining for sole inheritance the

swashing blade that still gnaws at your scabbard, and a few recipes

for poisons (which last, however, were worth a Borgia's envy), you

soon found yourself compelled to use both the one and the other to

buy you bed and board. Proceeding at first with hesitancy, and never

sojourning long in one locality, you became by degrees the repository

of so many family secrets that at the present day you may stalk

assured through the length and breadth of Italy, and ruffle it in

what company you will."

"And your own story?"

"I know not by what catastrophe the memory of all my earliest years

was shaken loose from me. Suffice it then, that once on a visit to

my native country you found me wandering an orphan like yourself, and

with a mind so blank that you appropriated it instantly to write on

it as it were your own ten commandments. Since that day I have never

left you, and I am only repeating what you yourself tell me when I

say that you have made me your equal master in every trick of fence.

But of that other art of yours that rivals the Creator, my most

dutiful entreaties have never availed with you to teach me anything."

"But did I not reasonably argue that you would better attend the

heaviness of so terrific a responsibility, until you were of man's

estate? And is not to-day the anniversary of your coming of age?

And have we not pelted hither hot-foot from the confines of the land

upon that very business?"

"It is true that before entrusting me with even the least of these

your ancient awful secrets you have brought me here to-night--for

what?"

"To enter you with fitting state upon the bead-roll of that glorious

mystery, that with the mere putting on of a glove, or sniffing of a

flower can check the most rebellious blood with a thus far shall thou

flow, but no farther!"

"Say, rather to better the assurance that you have of me already from

years of fraternal familiar common life, by laying upon me in

addition a binding bond ensanctified by centuries of warlock use, and

now to be imposed in this very spot where the Master whom thereby we

both shall serve is at this hour present, though to us invisible, the

Prince of the Power of the Air."

"You are at any rate resolved to link yourself to me with fetters

forged in the fire that is not quenched, and by a testament

registered in the Chancery of Hell to the effect that any treachery

from one of us to the other shall be resented and avenged by that

common Master of ours who hears us at this moment from his postern

gate, the Bottomless Lake below?"

"I am resolved to that for which I came here."

"Follow, then, with me the observance of that visible sign and token

that unites us in one blood and in one flesh. This horn is from that

beast whose form our Master loves to take, when from this altar where

we stand he greets his liegemen and his liege-women turned backward

like his prayers. This horn I charge to the half with my own blood,

obtained by the biting of my arm. Now do you likewise bite and fill

and then drink (to my health) the moiety of the draught so mixed."

"May you live till the Last Trump!"

"You have pledged me in it as I now pledge you, and there remains but

one more ceremony. I am about to throw this emptied receptacle into

the waters of the Bottomless Lake. You know already that everything

that touches its surface, whether living or dead, is forfeit to that

Ancient of Days that crouches in wait below. Do you agree that this

will be the fate reserved for that one of us two that shall first

contravene this super-sacred oath?"

"His soul be the devil's fee."

The emptied horn shot like an elf-bolt into the pathless waters of

the Bottomless Lake. The benighted pair that watched it from the

unhallowed shrine above could have sworn that a hand came up and

caught it as it fell, but a sudden flash of lightning that snapped in

their eyes and a peal of thunder that made the four corners of the

earth to quake rendered that fact uncertain. The strangers would

then have been only too gladly drenched to the skin that they might

have hugged their wagered souls in the belief that this unweather was

of Nature, and not of the Evil One. But the Heavens shed no tear.

There succeeded to that single flash and single peal only the same

deadly calm that had preceded them. Although their business there

was over, neither of the two men cared to suggest to the other his

secret persuasion that there was no need for further stay. One

o'clock whispered from afar its holy amen to their accursed ritual.

Other hours flitted by, and still they gazed into unplummeted waves

enwrapped in gloom as in their cloaks. At last as it were by a

simultaneous impulse they turned together, and with a mutual sigh

descended in the direction of the dawning city. From what has been

said of the superstitious awe with which the Bottomless Lake was

regarded, it will be readily understood that they had to traverse a

considerable distance of uninhabited country before coming in sight

of the main travelled road.

When at last after the painful up and down of many hills, they

perceived the highway cutting through a valley at their feet, the

habitual reserve engendered by their profession moved them to await

atop the passage of a carriage that appeared in sight in the distance

going towards the town rather than continue their journey, and be

passed by it. As it came nearer both these men who had recently

drunk so deeply of forbidden founts, suddenly uttered an exclamation

that sounded very like a fear. For they saw at the self-same second

that the coach contained a girl of beauty beyond a sultan's dream,

and that some dozen or so of foot-pads darted from both sides of the

road and seized the heads of her horses. The report of a pistol was

obviously connected with the fall of the driver like a log from his

box. The young lady was left with no other defender than a large

black dog that ran behind the carriage, but as the assailants threw

the doors open and hustled her out it became apparent that he was

chained to the vehicle, and in an instant they were beyond his reach.

But at this critical juncture Tosca descended almost, as it seemed,

to the startled abductors with one leap from the heights above, and

with a howl like a wild beast.

Although they did not know it, the finest sword player in Europe was

in their midst. They went down by couples before him, spitted like

larks. They had scarcely grasped the miracle of his presence before

the lovely vision of the coach was resting in his left arm (the right

still continuing to deal destruction), and she had scarcely glanced

at his face, when, with a sigh of evident content with her defender,

she hid her golden head in his breast to shut out the shambles from

her eyes. But the fight was already past. Half the ravishers lay

stretched upon the ground, and the bravo of Venice needed no second

or even first glance at them to know that they would never rise

again. The remainder, appalled by a result which they were far from

attributing to the purely human agency which had caused it, had only

to cast a look beneath his black-a-vised brows, when with a shriek

that he was signed in the corner of his eye with the devil's private

mark, they precipitately fled. The bravo dropped his sword into its

sheath, and now with both arms round her waist he drew the goddess

(as she appeared to him) towards her carriage. In doing so he

perceived that she had fainted, and printed upon her lips the

fiercest as it was the chastest kiss that he had ever bestowed upon

woman. By an extraordinary chance (but there was more than chance in

it), after completing the foulest rite, he had stumbled upon the

purest passion of his life. For no other woman would he have shut

the carriage door as he did now after placing her within it,

remaining himself outside. And it is needful to add in this

connexion that he had entirely forgotten the very existence of that

comrade just bound to him by a tie indissoluble. That comrade,

nevertheless, had watched the whole from the altitude where both had

first stood. Could he have followed the giddy foot-hold of his

patron he would in that moment have slain him in his tracks. And

that he could in no wise stir from where he stood either previously

to take part in that chance medley, or now to snatch a share in the

reward of it, was due not at all to cowardice (a thing that must of

necessity be unknown to any that followed the fortunes of Tosca), but

to a kind of spell as he fancied that froze him to his place. And of

this he was indeed well qualified to judge since he had already

experienced the self-same sensation on one (and one only) former

occasion. What puzzled him was that the obvious cause in the prior

case was a certain amulet of unknown antiquity and power, which Tosca

was accustomed to wear round his neck upon a chain of gold, and which

in a moment of confidence he had shown that once to his pupil.

Whereas on the present occasion the cause of his vertigo could

scarcely be the same, the talisman being invisible. And yet the

effect was identical. If anything more than another had been the

actual moving cause of his present icy chill it must certainly be the

damsel of the coach. So unmistakeable was the hold which the mere

sight of her had taken upon him, that at the instant when Tosca

placed his lips upon hers (and they had never been touched before by

man), the surging up of jealousy burst the shackles of the spell, and

the Illyrian clattered down like an avalanche. He reached the road

at the important moment when his oblivious partner, after shutting

the door of the coach, was upon the point of mounting the box to

drive the young beauty he knew not whither. Nor did it occur to him

that he knew not. But at this precise juncture his dream was

shattered by the advent of the Illyrian flashing fires of jealous

heat from his eyes. So choked with it was he that he could not

speak, but only pointed with one hand to the carriage while he

clenched the other in Tosca's face. The Venetian was equally taken

aback by the sudden resurrection of one whose presence in the world

he had totally overlooked. How long they would have stared at one

another had nothing intervened it would be impossible to say. They

were heedless of the barking of the black dog, since that had

continued without intermission from the first irruption of the

bid-stands. But they were twitched bolt round in the direction of

the coach by a sudden crack of its wheels. Whether the coachman had

fallen from his box through a genuine belief that he was hurt; or

whether through an equally genuine desire not to be; or, lastly,

through collusion did not appear, but it was sufficiently obvious

that the fellow had not received a scratch. Concluding the danger to

be over he had now quietly reassumed his post, and was driving off.

He took no more notice of the other two than if he had not seen them

(which again might really have been the case), and used his whip to

such good purpose that the vehicle was lost to sight (to memory dear)

before the rivals had taken a step to arrest its progress. Then

burst the storm of mutual recrimination. Tosca first spoke.

"Darkness and devils! You have robbed me of that for which I would

not leave whole the skin of any man alive."

"'S death, kinsman, would you draw on me? Remember you not the oath

of some few hours ago? Are you already so anxious to tap at that

postern we both wot of? Knock then, and it shall be opened unto you.

Ho, you pale at this reminder, and suffer your hand to drop from the

hilt of that ancestral spit of yours."

"You were well advised to speak before I had drawn, or you would

perchance have learned ere this that there are one or two tricks of

fence I never taught even to you."

"Deceit upon deceit. You have always given me to understand that

there was absolutely nothing in that branch of our partnership that

you had not revealed to me. Perchance I shall ere long come upon

some other tit-bit churlishly rapt aside. But why do I chide you for

teaching me too little, when I had rather cause to weep salt tears

that you have fathered me too much? When you met me, I had, as you

have told me oft, a mind so blank that you could write on it (and

that was the attraction that led you to adopt me) whatever kind of

script you chose; And you chose to scribble the Devil's A, B, C. It

is through your corruption of my innocent youth that I am unfit

to-day to even look upon such as she who has just escaped us (and

there ruled her favouring star). And if you reply that you have kept

me till I was of age, unspotted from the worst half of your

villainies, I dare swear that I should not be far out in conjecturing

that regard for the safety of your body, rather than for that of my

soul, was the true reason why you have never yet suffered me to wear

the glass mask in your laboratories. And, to crown all, you kissed

her."

"Did I kiss her? I thought it was a dream."

Thus Tosca murmured softly to himself, his head falling upon his

breast, as if in communion with some saint. It was Janko who this

time broke the silence by clutching of his sword. But Tosca looked

up with a glance so diabolical, that he dropped it again at once. By

a motion of his hand, the Venetian, as it were compelled him to seat

himself by the side of the road; and, sitting quietly beside him,

commenced in the following strain:--

"You make me laugh apart when you speak of my corrupting your

innocent youth. If you only knew the truth! Or, as you said just

now (God knows whether inspired by good or evil chance), if you only

knew that tit-bit rapt aside, as you thought, churlishly (when you

merely guessed at it), but in reality with more generosity, than you

will be decently able to thank me for (when you only know the facts).

Your innocent youth, indeed!! By the God above us, whom we both

fear, and neither serves, you will see by the story I am about to

tell you that I knew all the time and as I say with generosity have

concealed from you the nature of that catastrophe that shook loose

from you the memories of all your earliest years. You will see that

before your mind became a blank, I had read upon it (tender as were

your years) the lurid brand of Cain. You will see that your brain

was seared by your own atrocious hand, and that my adoption of you

afterwards was based on the calculation that for a bravo and poisoner

there could be in the whole round world no better raw material than a

matricide! Start not till you have heard me out. I was in Illyria.

Reasons which your experience of ups and downs in our profession will

readily enable you to appreciate had caused me to retire (rather

hurriedly, I confess) from the town which I had honoured with my

presence for some months. The same reasons oblige me to travel in

preference by night, and to secrete myself by day. On the first

occasion of my doing this latter, I settled upon an apparently

deserted hut in the trackless depths of the forest. This hut

consisted of a large front room (reaching to the roof tree) for the

accommodation of the two-footed, and a stall at back for that of the

four-footed creation. The latter did not run so high as the front

room, Inasmuch as it contained a loft for fodder atop, and it was in

this airy apartment that I decided to take my siesta, since it had

openings both upon the stables (if I may so call it) and the front

chamber, and my disposition as you know is strategic. I had slept, I

know not how long, when I was awakened by a noise in front, and

speedily ascertained that it was caused by an altercation going on

among visitors to the parlour. Do not start till you have heard me

out. One of the disputants was yourself. The other, who occupied

the only stool in the place, was a grey-haired, blear-eyed female of

considerable antiquity. I know nothing of your accursed Illyrian

jargon. But without understanding the conversation I could see the

beldame hugging to her withered breast a jewel, small, but of great

price, and withal slung upon a golden chain. I tell you without

hesitation that it was the same amulet you have been shown by me upon

a previous occasion, foolishly as it happened, since it stirred you

so profoundly as to almost resurrect your buried remembrances. That

it came into the hands of your precious dame by some feat of robbery

I have no doubt whatever. How it came into mine you will presently

see. Your excited gesture, as it seemed to me, might afford me some

clue to the progress of the quarrel, which I presumed had arisen as

to the fate of your booty, but I had scarcely awakened up

sufficiently to pull my reasoning faculties together, when the whole

thing ended in an, even to me, unexpectedly horrible manner. You

suddenly pushed a pail (which stood hard by) beneath the back of the

unsuspecting crone, and flashing a hanger from under your rags you

swept off her grey head into the bucket with the single shearing

stroke of a seasoned cut-throat. Then throwing upon the floor the

glittering bauble of contention, you surprised me still more by

swiftly separating the hands and feet, then the arms at elbow, and

the legs at knee, then the stumps from the trunk, and finally the

trunk itself into smaller parcels. That moment, and to-day, are the

two occasions of my life upon which I have loathed my calling. By my

word and oath I was as sick as a dog upon the litter of your loft.

When I looked again you had cast down the weeping steel which had

been the unwilling instrument of your crime. Packing all the

sections in a kind of bag or sack you rolled it up compactly. Then

seizing the ensanguined pail in the hand that was not occupied by

that pitiful truss of what had just been humanity, you strode with

them both from the desecrated home, but how you disposed of your

burdens I neither know nor care. That you had loaded your conscience

with a grislier deed than it could bear, I soon had good reason to

know. Perturbed at my perturbation I had scrambled to _terra firma_,

and had recovered myself sufficiently only to secure that amulet

(which as you know I still wear), when you re-entered empty handed in

that same state of idiocy, which moved me to overcome my distaste for

associates and adjoin you to myself in my profession. Besides, I

could not but admit (when once more fully myself) that you had shown

for it considerable vocation."

The face of the Illyrian rolled with beads of sweat. For the third

time he was bound hard and fast by that same fascination which

already twice before had enthralled him. And as each time before so

again it was for a different cause. The first of these two prior

occasions resulted, as we know, from the sighting of the amulet. The

second on the sighting of the divinity of the coach. But this third

time was again different from the other two, in this respect, that

(although he would not have confessed it for all the riches entombed

in earth) he had now fully recognised the reason and connexion of all

three. He rose deliberately and spoke:--

"Now, you have told me, to suit your own purposes, a certain amount

of the truth, I remember to your confusion the details you

intentionally omitted. You lie in your throat when you say that when

I re-entered that room I was in the vacant state already. I

re-entered that room (and you know it) as sane as when I left it. I

found you standing there prepared with a glib story to the effect

that you were a stranger just stepped into the hut with the view of

seeing whether it was inhabited or not by anyone who could serve you

as a guide through the forest. Not knowing you so well as I do now,

I was simple enough to believe you. It never entered my head that

you could have witnessed the drama that had just been played, nor did

I think of the talisman in my momentary confusion at seeing in the

place a foreigner. I have now no doubt but that if I had looked for

it I should not have been able to find it. You diverted my attention

by inviting me to quaff from your spirit flask on the plea that I

looked unwell, as in truth I might, after the ordeal I had just

passed through. In my innocence (for I was innocent) I accepted the

draught, and the drug which you had placed in the liquor beforehand

destroyed my memory, never to return, until this eventful day. Yet I

think there was, however, one former occasion which it just missed a

return. That was when you showed me that ill-omened amulet, and it

awakened in me sentiment inexplicable then, but which now I am no

longer at a loss to understand. That jewel was wrought by the

science of my kinswoman, in whose hands you surprised it--for my

people, too, were of the ancient religion, like your own, and

sorcerers of the Black Side."

At the commencement of this speech, Tosca seemed momentarily

disconcerted, but, as it continued, this sentiment was succeeded by

something very like prostration, and when he replied it was with

reverence.

"What a galliard this is, and how aright I guessed when I saw in him

the making of a master in my trade. I thought to dash him with my

revelation of a monstrosity among crimes. I was a fool, indeed, to

think that a younker would bleach over the dissection of a granny,

who had anointed him from his cradle with the grease of unbaptised

babes. But I failed, and there's an end on't, and now sheer steel

must decide the issue, for we meet on equal ground. Equal do I say?

Nay! the boy is my superior in callousness, for I dearly loved my own

old people, though I never say God rest their souls."

He rose, and both men laid their hands upon their hilts. One of them

had not very long to live. But before entering upon the fateful

lists, the Illyrian turned to speak again.

"In case you slay me, which I believe will not be the case (for God

does sometimes defend the right), I cannot forbear an answer to your

last taunt. You did not understand, and you have never understood,

and you never will understand the real meaning of the scene you saw

enacted in that room upon that day. I am not sure whether it was a

blessing or a curse upon our race that you did not catch the drift of

our remarks in our native language, which you contemptuously term

jargon. Had you done so the fate of all three of us would have been

better or worse, but at any rate far different. The tortures of the

Inquisition would not force from me the secret, which was confided to

me then by that ancient lady whom you saw me slay indeed, but only

after her own repeated prayers and instructions. I shudder to think

what has become of her remains which she entrusted to my pious care,

and which for your accursed interference I have been unwillingly

prevented from attending to. I know, indeed, the fate of her other

legacy (for the amulet was a legacy that you thought a theft); but it

is now too late (again through your accursed interference) for me to

make such use of that knowledge as she had enjoined upon me to do.

But to you (who know nothing of its use and profit) it shall hang as

a millstone round your neck, and whether you live or whether you die

it shall infallibly sink you now or hereafter to the undiscovered

bottom of that Bottomless Lake whose source we both do know. And

whichever of us falls shall by the terms of that enactment (of so

short a while ago) be resented and avenged by that Master of ours,

who waits even at this moment for that most unhappy man."

The face of Tosca became white and red. He flashed that

time-honoured blade of his from its sheath, and motioned with it to

the Illyrian to take up a position opposite to him. Janko turned

round for one second to do so, and in that second the sword of his

faithless foe was plunged remorselessly through his back. The point

protruded through his breast. The next instant the sword had been

withdrawn, and the Illyrian lay upon the turf among the ragged hedge

pirates, who had fallen before by the same trained hand. But this

time the Venetian took the trouble to assure himself of the death of

his foe before returning his sword to its bed. That was the only

honour he paid to the body that had once been only less dear to him

than his own. That done, he threw himself down at the road side, and

took out from under his doublet that very talisman of which we have

heard so much. It had gained greatly in his estimation by the

mystery which had lately thickened round it. We have already

mentioned that it was suspended round his neck by a gold chain; but

we must now give a more particular description of the gem itself. It

had undoubtedly originally been intended for a seal, or, to speak

more correctly, seven seals, for it had (and this constituted its

particularity) seven sides or facets, and on each of these engraved a

sigil or cabalistic monogram, and each sigil was that of a different

planet of the seven that rule over the seven days of the week. All

this the bravo, from his early environment, was sufficiently skilled

to know. He also recognised at once that the person wishing to use

the stone for its original purpose of sealing, would choose on each

day that facet of the gem which bore the signature of the planet that

presided over the day in question. But this, though no doubt of

considerable efficiency, was not by any means of so great virtue as

to sufficiently explain the very enigmatical manner in which the

amulet had been alluded to by the hapless boy, whose present fate he

shuddered to reflect on. He endeavoured, with more or less success,

to banish speculation on that point by returning to his examination

of the ring, if we may apply that term to a jewel which was not

pierced with sufficiently large a hole to fit even upon the smallest

of fingers. Such hole as it had, and through which its chain now

passed, he conjectured must have been originally intended to receive

the handle of the seal, upon which, fitting loosely, the gem turning

round and round could be made to present any facet desired to the

paper which its owner intended to impress. At this point of his

meditation the bravo was aroused by the sound of footsteps. A number

of officials, both on horse and otherwise, had arrived from the

neighbouring town. These he recognised at once as belonging to that

inconvenient class (the guardians, let us say, of public safety) from

whom he had fled on many another well remembered occasion besides the

one he had just made mention of in his story to the ill-starred

Illyrian. Yet at the present moment he had no fear of them. Perhaps

this was because he knew that they came on account of the depositions

of the lodestar of his dreams, and that he would have run any risk to

be brought once more into chain with her. A less hardened adventurer

might have been embarrassed by the presence of Janko's body. But to

a fertility of resource such as Tosca had needs acquired, it

presented no obstacle whatever. He rose, and bowed with a grace he

had learned in the very highest society. The officers returned his

salute. They conjectured rightly that this stranger of distinguished

appearance was the beaten blade who had performed the prodigies of

valour, which when told them in the city they had deemed to be

fabulous, but of which they now saw the proofs before their eyes.

The obliging champion was quite willing to relate his own private

version of the affair. He paused only to consider whether it would

be advisable to have been wounded slightly, but he decided against

this fiction as liable to lead to trouble.

"Yes; as you say, I naturally wished to rest awhile after the

fatigues of such a combat. Besides, I guessed, of course, that I

should soon see upon the field of battle you gentlemen of justice,

whose promptness in these matters has become proverbial, and with

whom I would not for the world have lost the chance of an interview.

I might, it is true, have foisted myself into the carriage for its

journey to town. But the lady, as she doubtless told you, had

fainted right away, and I was therefore debarred from obtaining that

permission, without which no man of breeding could venture to take

such a liberty. And before I had time to achieve a seat on the box,

the coachman was off; for the fellow was drunk, as your penetration

must have perceived from the muddled state of his evidence. Of the

valour you so kindly allude to, my modesty forbids me to speak. But

I am bound in honour to temper your flattering opinion of the

achievement by confessing that I am a fencing master by profession,

and that a score or so of thrusts and parries is merely a matter of

daily bread with me. I must add, in this connexion, that I am also a

physician, and one possessed of medicaments that cure all ills.

Further, I was proceeding to your town with the view of establishing

a dual practice among you, when this trifle we are discussing fell

athwart the even tenor of my way, and I hope still to establish

myself there, and even to continue my journey in your company (which

is such as I most affect) now this accident has given me, as I

perceive, introduction to all the most desirable connexions in the

place. You will notice yonder, by the way, a fellow of better

apparal than the rest of the run-a-gates, and whom I take to be their

captain. The other scaramouches gave me no trouble whatever, but I

must confess that the spadassin in question was a little bit more of

a customer. I had the lady on one arm (as she doubtless told you),

and had the rabble been able to get on all sides of me at once, the

affair would indeed have been the devil's delight. But since I kept

my back, like an old campaigner, to the coach, I felt no kind of

flurry; and, as I knew from the first that I should, I came at length

to disarm him. The poltroon then turned to save his skin (I had

thought him braver stuff); but I, as you may suppose, was far too

limber for him, and skewered him through the back. You can see for

yourselves how my point protruded through his breast. In my humble

opinion he might well dance in chains here on a gibbet upon the scene

of his crime, as a warning to the rest of his riff-raff that scuttled

away from my invincible arm as soon as their leader fell."

This Tosca considered the master-stroke of his dissimulation. No

suspicion could now light upon him. The lady had seen but him, and

knew nothing of his companion. The coachman had either seen two men

or none. If he spoke of two they would ascribe it to his

drunkenness, and inquire if he did not also see two ladies. Tosca

was furthest of all from suspecting that by this very suggestion he

thought to be so masterly he was forging the bolt that should destroy

him. With delight he perceived that the officers had clutched at his

idea, and immediately set their underlings to work upon the gallows,

after first entombing the raggeder ruffians ignominiously in a ditch.

Leaving them to their congenial work Tosca proceeded with the

officers to town, and gathered as he went all the particulars that he

could of his enchantress. And her name, which he heard for the first

time, seemed familiar as a household word. Vergilia had resided for

months in the city, but was by birth a stranger, from what country no

one knew. It was only known that she had sojourned for similar

periods in other principal places. She was an orphan, she was

unmarried, she was an heiress. Wherever she pleased to set her

wandering feet men flocked in shoals to be trampled beneath them.

And of these, Tosca shrewdly guessed, were the majority of his

present companions. She consistently refused all offers, and this

was the unanswerable argument of the more logical sex to their women,

who hated her like poison, and who would have it that she made use of

love philtres to effect her endless conquests. The only ground for

this assertion seemed to be that wherever she travelled her bed

chamber was always sacredly reserved to her own person, entered by no

one else under any circumstances whatever, and locked when she was

not within, she herself performing all domestic duties connected with

it. Those admirers of hers, who had not yet put their fate to the

touch, all indignantly scouted the theory advanced by the rejected

that she concealed a lover in this sanctum. Nor was such an idea

surely possible to any one who looked with unjaundiced eye, even once

on her virginal purity. Tosca gazed on her for the second time that

day, and swore within his heart of hearts (quite drowning all

recollection of that prior oath) that the very first lover she should

have would be none other than himself.

(_End of Part I._)