|About nine o'clock on the same morning, the Newcastle magistrates
arrived at the castle. They were attended by certain subordinate
officers, armed with sword and pistol, and by a party of horse-militia.
As the gate had been thrown wide open by the porter, they all rode into
the court, and the chief persons--three in number--proceeded to the
entrance and dismounted.
Among them was Sir William Lorraine, who, though he had long ceased to
be high sheriff, was still a magistrate. As on the former expedition,
Sir William was accompanied by his active agent, Jesmond, who
was determined not to be duped on the present occasion. While the
magistrates and the others entered the court, Jesmond and his comrade
Hedgeley fastened up their horses and proceeded to the garden to look
about them.
As may well be supposed, the noise and clatter caused by this large
party of horsemen, had brought forth all the servants, and when the
magistrates dismounted at the steps, they were met by Newbiggin and two
or three others.
In return to their obeisances, Sir William, as the principal magistrate,
said in a loud authoritative tone to Newbiggin:
“Conduct us at once to the Earl of Derwentwater. We hold a warrant for
his arrest.”
“His lordship is not within,” replied the butler, with formal
politeness.
“Where is he?” demanded Sir William. “We must see him.”
“I don't see how that can be managed, Sir William, seeing that his
lordship is in Lancashire,” rejoined Newbiggin.
“In Lancashire!” exclaimed Sir William. “He must have travelled very
quickly. I know he was here yesterday.”
“Yes, Sir William, but he intended to ride throughout the night, and I
make no doubt he is in Lancashire this morning.”
“Then he has fled?”
“Pardon me, Sir William, he has gone on a visit to some of his Roman
Catholic friends.”
“Harkee, sirrah!” cried Mr. Woodburn, another of the magistrates. “Take
care how you attempt to deceive us. You will not go unpunished.”
“Perhaps you would like to see her ladyship, gentlemen--or Mr. Charles
Radclyffe?” said Mr. Newbiggin.
“It will be necessary to see them both, and to search the house as
well,” said Mr. Woodburn.
“You will be good enough to state your wishes to her ladyship, sir,”
rejoined the butler. “I dare say she will make no objection. Be pleased
to step this way, gentlemen.”
He then conducted them across the hall to the diningroom, where they
found Lady Derwentwater, Mr. Charles Radclyffe and Father Norham at
breakfast.
Her ladyship looked very charming in her morning toilette, and seemed in
no way discomposed by the entrance of the magistrates. Still holding the
cup of chocolate, from which she was sipping, she arose and made them a
formal courtesy.
“These gentlemen are Newcastle magistrates, my lady,” said the butler
significantly.
“I understand,” she replied. “You have explained that his lordship is
not at home?”
“Yes, my lady; but they are not content with my assurance.”
“Your ladyship must be fully aware,” said Sir William, sententiously,
“that the Earl of Derwentwater has incurred the suspicion of Government,
and will not therefore be surprised to learn that we hold a warrant for
his arrest. We cannot depart without him.”
“That implies a doubt as to the truth of the statement you have just
heard, that his lordship is not at home,” observed the countess.
“Where her husband's safety is concerned a wife may perhaps consider
herself justified in duping the authorities,” remarked Sir William. “If
I seem to doubt your ladyship's word, you must excuse me.”
“Then I will say no more, but leave you to take your own course,” she
rejoined.
“We will put your ladyship to as little inconvenience as we can,” said
Mr. Woodburn. “But we must search the house.”
“Search as much as you please, gentlemen, you will be disappointed,”
remarked Charles Radclyffe. “I will give you my head if you find Lord
Derwentwater here.”
“I know you to be a man of honour, sir,” said Sir William, “and
therefore am inclined to believe you.”
“Inclined to believe me, sir!” exclaimed Charles Radclyffe, furiously.
“'Sdeath, sir, you _shall_ believe me, or render an immediate account of
your incredulity.”
“If you have a quarrel to arrange, pray step out upon the lawn,”
remarked Lady Derwentwater.
“At any other time, I should not refuse Mr. Charles Radclyffe's
challenge,” said Sir William. “But just now I have a duty to perform,
and shall not be deterred by an idle threat. I must again express my
conviction that Lord Derwentwater is concealed in the house.”
“Then make a careful search, Sir William,” said the countess. “And if
you cannot disprove Mr. Charles Radclyffe's assertion, you are bound to
offer him an apology.”
Turning to Father Norham, she added, “Your reverence will be good enough
to conduct these gentlemen over the house. Go with them, likewise,
Newbiggin.”
“I shall take leave to make one of the party,” said Charles Radclyffe.
Thereupon, they quitted the dining-room, leaving the countess alone.
This was the second time that Sir William Lorraine had made a
perquisition of the house, and he was able, therefore, to get through
the business with despatch. But he had to brook a great many insolent
observations from Charles Radclyffe, who lost no opportunity of
provoking him. The search occupied more than an hour, and when it was
concluded, and the magistrates were obliged to confess their failure,
Charles burst into a contemptuous laugh, and said:
“This is on a par with your great feat at Bamborough, Sir William,
which gained you so much reputation in the county, when you were high
sheriff.”
“You do well to remind me of the trick played upon me at that time,”
said Sir William, greatly exasperated. “I have not forgotten it, though
Mr. Forster and some others may wish I had. I think, sir, you will be
safest at Newcastle, and since I cannot secure Lord Derwentwater, I will
take you with me, and hold you as a hostage for your brother.”
“Do not imagine I will accompany you, Sir William,” said Charles.
“You will have no option,” rejoined the other. “You will be taken as a
prisoner.”
“I scarcely think so,” said Charles. “You have no warrant, and I will
resist any attempt to arrest me.”
This angry colloquy took place in the hall, and was overheard by
several of the servants, who were ready to rush to Charles Radclyffe's
assistance should he need them.
Just then Jesmond and Hedgeley came in, and the magistrates called out
to them.
Profiting by this interval, Father Norham urged the rash young man to
fly, and he yielded to the counsel.
Drawing his sword, he ran along a passage communicating with the
terrace. But he was quickly followed both by the magistrates and the
officers, and it seemed that a conflict would take place on the terrace,
for the servants were likewise hurrying to the same spot.
The windows of the dining-room, in which the countess was still sitting,
commanded the scene of action, and hearing a noise she came forward to
see what was taking place.
She beheld Charles Radclyffe standing there, with his drawn sword,
threatening any one who approached him. Feeling however, that if any
catastrophe occurred the consequences would be disastrous, he formed a
different resolution, and at once acted upon it.
Springing to the side of the terrace, that bordered the ravine, he flung
his sword into the hollow, and then plunged down the rocky sides of the
abyss, certain no one would follow him in this perilous descent.
Those who looked down from the terrace, saw him reach the banks of the
Devil's Water in safety, pick up his sword, and then disappear among the
bushes.
Jesmond, who had drawn a pistol, would have fired at him, but this Sir
William Lorraine would not allow.
“Capture him, if you can,” he said. “But he must not be wounded--unless
he resists.”
But it did not appear likely that anything more would be seen of him.