Maria turned very pale on hearing her uncle's name, and her eyes
unconsciously glanced towards her aunt. But poor Lady Fleetwood had
turned paler still; for she seemed to divine in an instant all the
consequences which acting unadvised in the affairs of others, with
nothing but the best intentions to support her, had produced; and when
she saw that Mr. Scriven, on entering the room, was followed by Mr.
Stolterforth, the banker, her heart sank farther still.
The movements of all parties in the room were characteristic. Mr.
Hargrave sat calmly for a minute on his chair, scanning Mr. Scriven
with a curious and inquiring eye.
Henry stood firm and erect, with no other appearance of that emotion
which the struggle about to commence must necessarily have produced
than a slight contraction of the brow and the least possible curl of
the lip.
Charles Marston, who was talking with Lady Anne, murmured in a low
tone, as soon as he saw the banker following the merchant, "Scriven
and Co. once more!" and took a step forward to Henry Hayley's side.
Mr. Winkworth broke off a conversation with Mrs. Brice, put on a large
pair of spectacles, and stared full at Mr. Scriven, with a keen,
searching look.
The two county magistrates conferred together in a low tone, glancing
from time to time at the entering party; and Lady Anne, with graceful
ease, but with a colour somewhat heightened, advanced a little before
the rest to receive her not unexpected visiter.
Mr. Scriven himself could not be said to be graceful, but he was
perfectly unembarrassed. He was pursuing his system, following his
game, acting in the same character which he had sustained through
life. He had nothing, he thought, to be ashamed of or afraid
of--nothing to agitate him but eagerness; and although, it must be
confessed, he was more eager in this instance than on ordinary
occasions, yet his eagerness was much less intense than that of most
men, when seeking even less important objects.
"Good morning, Mr. Scriven," said Lady Anne, in a calm tone. "Good
morning, Mr. Stolterforth" (he was her banker). "To what may I owe the
pleasure of seeing you? I fear funds must have fallen terribly, or
else risen so high that you cannot invest for me, Mr. Stolterforth."
"I am sorry to say that our business at your ladyship's house is of a
much more painful nature," replied Mr. Scriven; "but it is not with
you."
"Whatever happens in my house must be business of mine," answered Lady
Anne, "and therefore I must beg to know it."
Mr. Stolterforth, who had an infinite reverence for Lady Anne's
hundreds of thousands--even more, indeed, than for her beauty, though
he admired both--remarked a certain twinkle of the eye, which was not
satisfactory to him; but Mr. Scriven pushed his point coolly, and,
advancing towards Henry Hayley, he said--
"My business is with this person. Sir, I am now in a position to
charge you directly with being here under an assumed name and
character. Your real name is Henry Hayley. Is it so, or is it not?"
Greatly to the surprise of Maria, and to the utter astonishment of
Lady Fleetwood, Colonel Middleton answered, in a cool, determined
tone--
"It is not."
"Well then, sir," replied Mr. Scriven, "I am in a condition to prove
the fact; and, moreover, that in the month of August, 18--, the same
Henry Hayley was charged upon oath with forgery, and a warrant
obtained for his apprehension."
"You will prove, sir, what you are able to prove," replied Colonel
Middleton, with the same degree of coolness, for everything like
agitation had vanished from the moment the struggle began. "However,
as you are making a serious charge, you had better, in the first
place, consider it well, and the grounds upon which it is founded;
and, secondly, you had better make it in a more proper place than the
drawing-room of Lady Anne Mellent."
"What! and give you an opportunity of running away again?" replied Mr.
Scriven. "There, my good sir, you are mistaken; for I do not intend to
lose sight of you till I lodge you in jail."
Hitherto poor Lady Fleetwood had been totally overcome, but she now
rose from her chair trembling, and exclaimed--
"Oh, my dear brother! for heaven's sake, don't! You promised me, you
know, that you would----"
"Hush!" exclaimed Mr. Scriven. "Margaret, you're a fool. You had
better leave the room. No, stay--your evidence may be wanted; I was
told at the house of a gentleman named Hargrave, a magistrate for this
county, that I should find him here. If he be present, I must beg his
assistance in this case."
"My name, sir, is Hargrave," replied that gentleman, rising; "and I
am, as you say, a magistrate, and the chairman of the magistrates of
this district. I am quite ready to afford any assistance in my
power, in a legal manner. Here are also two of my brother justices
present--Sir Harry Henderson and Colonel Mandrake--whose opinion will
be valuable. May I ask what charge you have to make against this
gentleman, Colonel Middleton?"
"I charge him, sir, with forgery," replied Mr. Scriven, "committed
rather more than ten years ago, by putting my acceptance to a bill,
with intent to defraud Messrs. Stolterforth and Co.; one of the
partners of which house is now here with me."
"Where was the forgery committed?" demanded Mr. Hargrave.
"In London, sir," replied Mr. Scriven.
"Then, I am afraid we cannot entertain that charge," said Mr.
Hargrave. "Informations should have been sworn, sir, in the county
where the act was committed; but I am very willing to give any help in
my power. Have you a copy of the depositions, or a warrant against
this gentleman, or a copy of the informations--in fact, anything for
us to go upon?"
"I have not," answered Mr. Scriven. "I was not aware of such technical
niceties, and set out at once, with my friend Mr. Stolterforth, as
soon as I had procured evidence sufficient to justify his
apprehension; and I do think that, by a fair construction of the law,
you yourself can grant a warrant, rather than suffer a person who has
already escaped the hands of justice to abscond again."
"It may be so," replied Mr. Hargrave; and then, after speaking a few
words to his brother magistrates, he added, "It is my opinion, Mr.
Scriven, and that of the other two justices here present, that you
should so frame your charge as to bring it more immediately within our
cognizance. You state that Colonel Middleton is here under an assumed
name; and, if you suspect that name is assumed for any illegal
purpose, an information upon oath to that effect will quite alter the
case, and enable us more satisfactorily to deal with the charge. Are
you prepared to make one?"
"I am," answered Mr. Scriven. "I charge him with being here under an
assumed name, upon fraudulent purposes towards my niece, and also with
the view of avoiding apprehension upon a more serious accusation."
"That will do," answered Mr. Hargrave; "but we must conduct matters a
little more formally."
"One word, if you please, my dear sir," said Henry, advancing a
little. "For my own part, I have not the slightest objection to your
dealing with the whole case, although several persons whom I might
wish to call upon as evidence are now in London; and as this is
merely, I take it, a preliminary examination, I promise you, if you
like to go into the whole case, I will myself take no steps whatsoever
hereafter, in consequence of a want of jurisdiction."
"We shall see as we proceed," replied Mr. Hargrave. "Mr. Scriven's
information must be reduced to proper form; but it very luckily
happens that our clerk has come over this morning on some business;
and with Lady Anne's permission we shall convert her library into a
justice-room, and deal with the case at once."
"I trust it is to be an open court," said Lady Anne; "for where so
serious a charge is made against one of my guests, I feel, of course,
personally interested."
"Oh, undoubtedly it is an open court," replied Mr. Hargrave; "for I
could not suffer an investigation of so serious a nature to be carried
on in secret, even if the accused were my most intimate friend. We
will adjourn then to the library, if you please, which will be more
convenient, and I will send for the magistrates' clerk. You shall sit
upon the bench, fair lady, although I almost think the interest of the
matter may be too much for you."
"Oh, dear, no!" replied Lady Anne: "I can bear up against harder
things than this. Come, Maria;" and she linked her arm in that of her
friend.
The emotions of Maria Monkton during the whole of this scene would be
difficult to describe minutely. Much pain, much agitation, she
certainly had suffered, and the colour had risen warmly in her cheek
when her uncle had coupled her name with Colonel Middleton; but, upon
the whole, her courage had rather risen than fallen, and her composure
had in a great degree returned. Henry's perfect coolness, and the
gentlemanly dignity with which he treated her uncle's charge, had not
been without their effect upon her; and she had remarked with
surprise, but with satisfaction also, that the accusation had not
called forth an expression of wonder from the magistrates before whom
it was made: in short, that they all seemed in some measure prepared
for it.
The party then proceeded to the library, Lady Fleetwood, as they went,
endeavouring to communicate something to Mr. Scriven in a low tone,
and that worthy gentleman turning rudely away from her. The
magistrates took their seats on one side of the large, old-fashioned
library table. The clerk was sent for, and almost immediately
appeared; and after a good deal of trouble he contrived to reduce the
somewhat loosely-worded charge of Mr. Scriven to a technical form.
When this was done, the accuser was sworn to his information; and Mr.
Hargrave then, turning towards him, said--
"Now, Mr. Scriven, will you have the goodness to bring forward your
proofs?"
"In the first place," said Mr. Scriven, "the likeness is so
exceedingly strong that there can hardly be a doubt. From the likeness
alone I am ready to swear that I believe the person calling himself
Colonel Middleton to be no other than Henry Hayley."
"We have so many cases of mistaken identity," said Mr. Hargrave, "that
it will require very strong evidence to establish the fact by mere
resemblance. Pray, how long ago is it since you saw this Henry
Hayley?"
"Somewhat more than ten years," answered Mr. Scriven.
"Humph!" said Mr. Hargrave: "what age was he then?"
"I believe, between sixteen and seventeen," answered the merchant.
"Are they of the same height?" inquired the magistrate.
"Oh, dear, no," was the reply: "Henry Hayley was decidedly shorter;
but, if you recollect his age, that is easily accounted for."
"Humph!" said Mr. Hargrave again. "Have you any other persons ready to
swear to the identity?"
"Yes," was the reply. "Mr. Stolterforth here must remember him very
well."
"We are ready to take his deposition," said Mr. Hargrave; and Mr.
Stolterforth, coming forward with some hesitation, deposed to the best
of his knowledge and belief that the person before him was the same
Henry Hayley who had absconded ten years before.
Mr. Scriven then called upon Charles Marston, who came forward without
hesitation, and was asked as to the resemblance.
"They are very like, certainly," he said with a smile; "but still,
either my sight is not as good as my uncle's, or else my spectacles do
not magnify as much as his; for I must confess that, though I was at
school with Henry Hayley, and have been long acquainted with Colonel
Middleton, I did not perceive the likeness till Mr. Scriven pointed it
out. I always thought him like somebody I had known, but could not
tell whom."
"Have you any question to ask the witness, colonel?" said Sir Harry
Henderson, turning to the accused.
"Merely this," replied Henry: "you have said that you have known me
long, Marston. Have you frequently seen me in society?"
"Oh, dear, yes," replied Charles: "in the society of Englishmen,
Spaniards, and Italians."
"Then by what name did I usually go, and how was I recognised and
received?" was the next question.
"By the name of Colonel Middleton," replied Charles Marston; "and
under that name you were always recognised and received as a very
distinguished officer in the Spanish service, and the nephew of Don
Balthazar de Xamorça, a grandee of Spain, by the marriage of his niece
with an English gentleman. I have conversed with several noble
Spaniards, who claim close kindred with you by the mother's side;
and----"
"This is all hearsay," said Mr. Scriven, "and I object----"
"Hold your tongue, sir!" said Colonel Mandrake, sharply. "The
magistrates will object when they think the evidence inadmissible. Go
on, if you please, Mr. Marston."
"I was only going to say," continued Charles, "that I can take upon
myself to swear that Colonel Middleton succeeded to a considerable
portion of the property of Don Balthazar, on account of his
relationship, for I heard it from persons who shared with him."
"Humph!" said Mr. Hargrave again. "I think, as far as we have gone
yet, Mr. Scriven, you have made out a case of strong resemblance, but
nothing more."
"I will do more presently," replied Mr. Scriven, drily; "but I will
first call my sister, Lady Fleetwood."
In a state of bewilderment and agitation perfectly indescribable, Lady
Fleetwood advanced to the table, in that exact frame of mind from
which a skilful advocate can extract anything upon earth. She would
have sworn, under a little management, that the sun was black and the
moon blue; and, to say the truth, if Mr. Scriven had been wise, he
would have let her alone, for at that moment she was a sort of
revolving gun, and there was no knowing in which direction she would
fire. As to keeping her to the point, that was quite out of the
question. She said she thought it was exceedingly cruel and
unpardonable of her brother to bring forward that charge, when he had
formally promised her not to do so, and that she never would have told
him a word about Colonel Middleton being Henry Hayley, if he had not
given his word that he would do everything he could to help him.
"Then you know him to be Henry Hayley?" said Mr. Scriven, fixing his
cold eyes upon her.
"I know you would do anything to prevent his marrying Maria," said
Lady Fleetwood, now really angry. "You would swear away his life,
though I am quite sure he never committed the forgery at all, and I
believe you're sure of it too."
"But you are sure he is Henry Hayley?" reiterated Mr. Scriven:
"remember you are on your oath, Margaret."
"I believe you must answer the question, Lady Fleetwood," said Mr.
Hargrave.
"Well, I do believe he is," said Lady Fleetwood; "but I am sure I
never would have told my brother about the man coming to my house, and
threatening to inform against the poor young gentleman, if he had not
promised to help him."
"That will do," said Mr. Scriven, coolly; and one of the magistrates
inquired whether the accused had any questions to put to the witness.
Henry, however, declined; and as Lady Fleetwood was retiring, he took
her hand, saying in a kindly tone--
"Do not agitate yourself, my dear lady. You have not done me the
slightest harm."
"I am very glad of it," replied Lady Fleetwood, warmly; "for I am sure
I did it all with the best intentions."
"I suppose you have other evidence to produce, Mr. Scriven?" said Mr.
Hargrave.
Mr. Scriven hesitated. He felt he was coming upon the most dangerous
part of his case; for, though he had been bold in anticipation, he was
less so in act.
Mr. Hargrave, however, continued:--
"I must look upon the testimony of Mr. Marston, that Colonel Middleton
has long gone under the name he now bears, and is believed to be
entitled to it by persons who have not only known him from youth, but
have had the best means of and strongest motives for ascertaining who
he is, and for resisting his pretensions if they were false, as
something very positive; against which we have a mere expression of
belief on the other side. We must have something more, sir, to satisfy
us."
"Besides, I want to hear something about this man who used threats,"
said Colonel Mandrake.
"I am coming to that this moment," said Mr. Scriven, seeing that he
must necessarily proceed if he was determined to succeed, and
remembering that his companion, Mr. Stolterforth, was well aware that
he had what appeared strong corroborative evidence against the man
whom he accused. "I think I have proved sufficiently that the likeness
is so strong as to justify reasonable suspicion; and I must observe
that you have not heard one witness yet who, having known the
defendant more than ten years under the name of Middleton, can
establish that he is not the same man as Henry Hayley. I therefore
think you would be justified in granting a warrant against him; but I
will produce further evidence if it be needful."
Here the clerk whispered a word or two to Mr. Hargrave, who inquired,
apparently in consequence--
"Pray, Mr. Scriven, under what circumstances was the warrant against
this said Henry Hayley quashed or dropped?"
The merchant hesitated for a moment, as if not very sure whether it
would be better to enter into the details or not; and his first reply
was vague and unsatisfactory.
But Mr. Hargrave pressed him home.
"The clerk informs me," he said, "that he remembers the case quite
well; and that the warrant was dropped because the officer entrusted
with the execution of it, after having pursued the fugitive into
Italy, found him there in a dying state, and subsequently saw his dead
body and witnessed his funeral. Do you admit these facts or do you
not, sir?"
"I admit that the officer saw a dead body, which he was told was that
of Henry Hayley," Mr. Scriven replied; "and he might witness the
funeral for aught I know; but I maintain that there was a juggle in
all this."
"Well, sir," answered Mr. Hargrave, "this is, at all events, strong
presumptive evidence that Colonel Middleton cannot be Henry Hayley."
"Of course," said Colonel Mandrake; "for if Henry Hayley died in
Italy, Henry Hayley cannot be living here. We have not yet come to
the resurrection of the just, Mr. Scriven."
"We may have come to the resurrection of the unjust, however," replied
Mr. Scriven, uttering a joke, for the first time in his life; "and
that, I think, I can prove, notwithstanding all opposition."
"We must certainly have more evidence, or dismiss the charge," said
Mr. Hargrave: "there is nothing before us which we can either deal
with ourselves or send to another court. I say this much, although
Colonel Middleton has not yet commenced his defence."
"Well, then, more evidence you shall have," answered Mr. Scriven. "I
will beg you to send for the man whom we brought hither from London in
our chaise."
This request was immediately complied with; and in a minute or two the
worthy gentleman who has been named Sam was brought into the room,
with Mr. Scriven's servant, who had received especial directions not
to lose sight of him, following close upon his heels.
This worthy personage, being brought to the table and sworn, declared
that his name was Samuel Nugent, and that he was by trade a general
dealer. He said, also, that on a certain night which he named he was
crossing over Frimley Common, when he accidentally kicked something
with his foot, which on examination he discovered to be a pocket-book;
that in it he found a number of papers, which he proceeded to
describe, and all of which, as he stated, tended to show that Henry
Hayley and Colonel Middleton were the same person.
"The book itself," said the man, "and a good many of the things in it,
I threw away; but I kept these, because I thought they were curious,
and then a friend of mine told me I might turn a penny by them."
"We usually say, turn an honest penny," said Mr. Hargrave, gravely.
"The word _honest_ you have judiciously left out. Show me the papers."
The papers were accordingly handed up to him, and he and his brother
magistrates examined them carefully.
"Here is, I find, a memorandum-book, in which there are some entries
which may very well bear the construction attempted to be put upon
them. I find the remarkable words, 'The assumed name of Colonel
Middleton;' and here are two letters addressed to Henry Hayley, at
Eton, and several other things referring to Colonel Middleton and to
Henry Hayley, which, taken with other circumstances and the striking
resemblance, throw considerable suspicion on the case. I am afraid,
Colonel Middleton, I must call upon you for some clear and explicit
explanation. What is your defence?"
"Remember, sir," said Sir Harry Henderson, "that you are not obliged
to make any statement, and that whatever you say will be taken down,
and may be used against you at an after period."
"I have no objection to such being the case," replied Henry, calmly,
while Maria, terribly agitated at the serious turn which affairs
seemed to be taking, closed her eyes and bent down her head upon her
hands. "I will simply ask a few questions, and bring forward a few
facts to show the character of the man who stands before you, and the
nature of the transaction in which he and Mr. Scriven have been
engaged. I do not know," he continued, fixing his eyes sternly on the
merchant, "sufficient of the law of England to be sure that it will
justify me in requiring that gentleman to be held to bail upon a
charge of subornation of perjury; and the witness before you to be
committed for perjury; but I think I will show you very soon that
there is ground for such a charge against each."
Mr. Scriven turned very white, but whether it was from fear or anger
it might be difficult to say. He certainly affected the appearance of
the latter passion, and was beginning to exclaim furiously against the
insolent daring of the accuser, when Henry exclaimed--
"Cease, cease, sir! You have been like the rattlesnake, and have given
warning of your design before you sprang at me. I have not forgotten
the night at Lady Fleetwood's. However, now I will proceed to make
good what I say. Joshua Brown, come forward!" and as he spoke, the
pedlar advanced to the table. "Do you know the last witness?"
continued Henry.
"Yes, sir," replied the man.
"Well, then, explain to the magistrates who and what he is," was the
rejoinder.
"Why, gentlemen, he's a well-known thief," said the pedlar. "He and
three others attacked myself and this gentleman, Colonel Middleton,
near a place called Knight's-hill, on the night of Friday, the 3rd;
knocked us down, pillaged us of almost everything we had, and were
only prevented from murdering us, I believe, by some other people
coming up. Amongst other things, they took the colonel's pocket-book,
and he employed me to get it for him. So, on inquiring at the house of
Mr. Alston, a silversmith and jeweller, in the town of ----, I found
that the most likely place to hear of it was at the shop of a receiver
of stolen goods, named Mingy Bowes."
He then went on to describe all that had occurred on that occasion,
and ended with the fact of the pocket-book having been thrown into the
fire and consumed.
Mr. Scriven was somewhat alarmed; but he was too shrewd and
clear-sighted to suffer any advantage to escape.
"Your worships will remark," he said, "that it is here admitted that
my witness had in his possession a pocket-book actually belonging to
the person calling himself Colonel Middleton; and that there were
papers in that pocket-book of such consequence as to induce him to
offer a hundred pounds to regain it. You will also remark that I know
nothing of the witness except what he himself has told me. I cannot
know how he became possessed of the pocket-book or of these papers;
and as he has stated that he threw the book away, but retained these,
without stating whether it was into the fire he threw it or not, it
seems to me that the truth of his statement and the genuineness of
these papers are rather confirmed than otherwise by the evidence just
given."
"Oh, you can tell very well how he became possessed of the papers,"
replied the pedlar, looking him full in the face, "because, you know,
you told him what he was to say here. Why, didn't you, in Lady
Fleetwood's dining-room, the other morning, put him up to saying that
he found the pocket-book as he was crossing the common?"
This was said in the most simple and natural manner in the world, but
its effect upon Mr. Scriven was very terrible. His lips turned livid,
and for a moment he remained speechless and motionless, holding the
edge of the table as if for support.
"What is that? what is that?" exclaimed Colonel Mandrake. "He told him
what he was to say here, did he?"
"Yes, your worship," replied Joshua Brown. "He told him in Lady
Fleetwood's dining-room, on Wednesday morning last. They can't deny
it, either of them."
Mr. Scriven was utterly confounded, and for the moment had not a word
to reply; but Sam Nugent, who was as bold in lying as in other things,
answered at once, with an oath--
"I do deny it. It's false!"
"How came you to know, or rather how can you know, what took place in
Lady Fleetwood's dining-room?" demanded Mr. Scriven, taking courage
from the man's bold tone.
"Because I was in the next room, sir, and heard every word of it,"
answered the pedlar, with the utmost composure.
"Pray, how happened you to be there, my good sir?" demanded Mr.
Hargrave.
"I went on purpose, sir, with another witness," replied Joshua Brown,
deliberately. "The way was this:--The man Mingy Bowes--that is, the
'fence,' as they would call him, or receiver of stolen goods--called
twice upon the colonel there, to try and frighten him out of some
money. He did not see him either time; but the last time he saw me,
and a very unpleasant sight it was for him. I was sitting with the
colonel's servant when he was shown in; and having got my hand upon
his neck about the robbery, I soon brought him to reason, and made him
tell me all about their plans. I found that he and this young
gentleman were to go to Lady Fleetwood's on Wednesday morning last,
and that they hoped to get a thousand pounds out of her on account of
the papers they pretended to have. So I made my arrangements
accordingly, knowing that my lady was to be out of town, and that they
were to see Mr. Scriven, which I learned by accident; and so I told
Mr. Carlini, the colonel's servant, not to say a word to his master,
for fear he should not like it, but just to ask leave to stay one day
behind him in London. It was granted readily enough; and as Mr.
Carlini knew her ladyship's housekeeper and one of the other servants,
we got admission----"
"And you went to listen to what I said, you scoundrels!" exclaimed Mr.
Scriven.
"No, sir, begging your pardon," replied the pedlar, quite civilly: "I
did not go to learn what you said, for I had no thought you would say
anything like what you did say. I went to hear what this man said to
you, that I might detect his trick and punish him as he deserved.
However, I heard enough to surprise me very much; for I never fancied
a gentleman would condescend to trade with a thief, and promise him
five hundred pounds if he would swear away another man's life."
There was a dead silence in the room for a minute after these strong
words, and then Mr. Hargrave looked round to the other magistrates,
saying--
"This is becoming very serious, gentlemen."
"Very serious indeed," said Colonel Mandrake, slowly; and Sir Harry
Henderson echoed his words, adding--
"Is the person who was with you on this occasion in the room?"
"No, sir," replied Joshua Brown; "but he is in the house, and can be
called in a minute."
"Let us hear you out first," said Mr. Hargrave. "Be so good as to
relate the whole conversation you overheard."
The pedlar did so, with wonderful accuracy; and Carlini, having been
called in, gave exactly the same account.
At first Mr. Scriven was silent, confused, and overpowered; but he
soon recovered himself. He was not a man either to believe or to admit
that he had done a wrong thing, and by the time the tale was told he
was prepared to face it.
"Well, gentlemen," he said, addressing the magistrates, "I do not well
see what this has to do with the case. If I did suggest to the man a
way of accounting for having the pocket-book in his possession, it
does not at all prove that these papers are not genuine."
"It is proved, sir, that you suggested to him to take a false oath,"
replied Mr. Hargrave, very sternly; "it is proved that he did take a
false oath; and the credibility both of the man's evidence and your
own is very seriously affected by his character, his conduct, and your
dealings with him. Call in a constable there! I shall give him into
custody, and send him to London upon the charge of the robbery, if not
of the perjury. With you, sir, I really do not know how to deal;" and
he leaned his head upon his hand and thought gravely.
"It is not ten minutes ago, sir," said Mr. Scriven, sharply, "that you
refused to entertain a charge against this person calling himself
Colonel Middleton, because the act with which he was charged had been
committed in another county."
"I did not refuse to entertain the charge," replied Mr. Hargrave: "I
informed you of what was the usual course, and I believe the strictly
legal one. Magistrates, however, must sometimes overstep mere
technical difficulties; and in the case of this man, Samuel Nugent, I
have no doubt at all, but will send him to London in custody, upon my
own responsibility. In the same way, also, I have now determined to
enter fully into your charge of forgery against Colonel Middleton, if
the prosecutor and he are both desirous of our doing so; otherwise, I
certainly shall take no steps whatever."
"I suppose, sir, I am the prosecutor in this case, technically
speaking," said Mr. Stolterforth, stepping forward; "and as such, I
shall be perfectly satisfied with your decision upon the whole case,
whatever that decision may be. I was very unwilling, I must say, to
open the matter again at all, and would have let it rest had not Mr.
Scriven pressed me earnestly to proceed. It is so long ago that it
might very well be dropped; and, moreover, I always entertained some
doubts as to whether the party charged was the one really criminal.
The evidence certainly was strong; but I had known the boy long, and
it was hardly possible to believe him guilty. In regard to the
question of identity, I certainly thought the proofs brought forward
by Mr. Scriven very convincing; but my view has been altered since I
came here, and now I entertain many doubts. Under these circumstances,
I am the more anxious that the whole matter should be investigated at
once, and I pledge myself to abide by the decision of the magistrates
present."
"And whatever their decision may be," said Henry, "I shall be
satisfied with it."
There was a momentary pause, as if no one knew well how to commence
the somewhat irregular proceeding agreed upon; but at length Henry
took another step forward to the table, and taking Mr. Stolterforth's
hand, he said--
"My dear sir, you have done me justice, and from my heart I thank you
for your good opinion. To simplify all your proceedings, however, I
will at once admit that I am Henry Hayley."
"I beg your pardon, my dear sir," said Mr. Hargrave, laughing; "but
you are under a mistake. You are not Henry Hayley. My brother
magistrates and myself have just this moment agreed that you are not,
and I can take upon myself to affirm, of my own positive knowledge,
that we are right."
"Then why admit it?" asked Mr. Scriven, harshly, while Mr.
Stolterforth and most of the party present looked perfectly
bewildered.
"Nay, let me make the admission, my dear sir," said Henry, addressing
Mr. Hargrave. "This painful scene has already continued too long, and
I have only suffered it to do so in order to show the vehement
animosity excited against me. I will, therefore, in order to curtail
every unnecessary detail, admit, moreover, that I was charged with
forgery upon a due and formal information upon oath, that a warrant
was granted against me, and that I fled the country----"
"That is enough, I think!" exclaimed Mr. Scriven: "the matter ought
now to be sent to a competent court."
"Stop, sir!" said Henry, sternly, "and be so good as to hear me out. I
admit, I say, that I fled the country, but not to escape the arm of
the law, for I had with me full proof of my innocence; and, as you
have heard from the witness Joshua Brown, the man who burned the
pocket-book, of which he had robbed me, acknowledged that there was in
it a document purporting to have been written by the late Mr. Hayley,
which clearly stated that the forgery was his, that I knew nothing of
it, and that I had consented to abandon my country, and rest under the
imputation of crime, in order to save a father from death."
"All very pretty," said Mr. Scriven; "but we have not the paper to
examine. We cannot ascertain whether it was genuine. I myself believe
it to have been a fabrication, and the evidence was overpowering
against you. You fled at once to Northumberland, thence went to Wales,
thence to London, thence to the Continent, changing everywhere the
notes in which the forged bill had been paid."
"I wish, sir, you would not interrupt me," said Henry; "you have
surely had sufficient license of the tongue to-day. Allow me, at least,
to make my own statement connectedly. Mr. Hayley one day gave me a
draft upon your house, of which he had been very lately a partner,
apparently accepted by yourself, to discount at Messrs. Stolterforth's
bank. At the same time he entered into an explanation of some of his
affairs, which I already knew to be seriously deranged, telling me
that he must absolutely have two thousand pounds more within a week,
and that as soon as I had got the draft discounted I must go down with
all speed to this very house, and borrow that sum for him of his
friend Lord Mellent, then in attendance on his father at this house.
Mr. Stolterforth kindly discounted the bill at once. I now believe the
money to be obtained from Lord Mellent was destined by Mr. Hayley to
take up the bill before the forgery was discovered; but I knew nothing
of that, and set out that night for Belford. When I arrived here, I
found that the Earl of Milford was dead, and that his son had set out
to convey the body to the family vault near Caermarthen. As I had been
told that the necessity of Mr. Hayley's case was urgent, I followed,
changing, as Mr. Scriven says, several of the notes which Mr. Hayley
had given me, at different places, to pay my expenses. I missed Lord
Milford at Caermarthen, but passed him, while in the mail on my road
to London, as he was being carried into an inn with concussion of the
brain, his carriage having been overturned and nearly dashed to
pieces. It is false, however, that I changed any notes whatsoever
after I went to the Continent; for Mr. Hayley had himself provided for
me foreign gold, so that I had no notes whatever to change."
"I recollect, I recollect," said Mr. Stolterforth; "I have a
memorandum of it here. Several notes were traced to a money-changer,
who said he had received them for napoleons from an elderly man, of
whom he could give no particular description, and could not identify
him."
"I went to London in the most open manner," continued Henry, "in the
public mail-coach, with my name at large on my portmanteau, and
proceeded from the post-office at once to Mr. Hayley's house. There I
found him up and waiting for me, and for the first time learned the
crime he had committed. Everything was already prepared for my instant
departure; and he besought me, in an agony of distress and agitation,
to save him from disgrace and death. Could a son refuse a father under
such circumstances? I could not, and I fled."
"The statement seems exceedingly likely," said Mr. Stolterforth, "The
only improbable part of the whole is, that Mr. Hayley should send his
son, a boy of sixteen or seventeen, to borrow a sum of two thousand
pounds from Lord Mellent, when it would have been much more natural
and proper for him to go himself."
Lady Anne Mellent smiled, and Henry replied--
"There was a cause; but, even without any peculiar motive being
assigned, the fact did not strike me at the time as the least
extraordinary, for I had been all my life a peculiar favourite with
Lord Mellent. He had been uniformly kind and generous towards me, and
had more than once told me, if ever I should want advice or assistance
of any kind, to apply to him without scruple. Mr. Hayley told me to
make it my own request to the young lord, and I was prepared to do so,
without much doubt of the result."
"I think the whole story most improbable, from the beginning to the
end," said Mr. Scriven; "and I must say it should be thoroughly sifted
in a court of justice, before we admit the truth of a tale, every word
of which is wanting in confirmation."
"Confirmation it shall have to the fullest extent," said Lady Anne
Mellent, coming forward to the table with a packet of papers in her
hand. "Happily for myself and others, I can give that which you so
bitterly demand, sir."
She was a good deal agitated, but it was evident that anger had some
share in her emotion; for as she spoke, she fixed her bright,
beautiful eyes steadily upon Mr. Scriven; her nostril expanded, and
her lip quivered.
"In the first place," she continued, "it shall be confirmed that this
gentleman came down here to seek Lord Mellent. Stand forth, Mr.
Gunnel, and tell these gentlemen who you are, and what you know of
this transaction."
"The good, stout person of Mr. Gunnel now made its way forward to Lady
Anne's side; and he said--
"My name is Gunnel, and I am the landlord of the Bell Inn at Belford.
I remember quite well a young gentleman of sixteen or seventeen,
though he was very tall and manly for his age, coming down to my house
by the mail, in the month of August, about ten years ago. That
gentleman is very like him. I should say, certainly, 'tis the same man
grown older. When he got out he asked how far it was to Milford
Castle, and said he must go on directly, for he had to see Lord
Mellent upon business. I told him it was sixteen miles, and that he
couldn't go on that night, for that all our horses were out. He took
dinner, and asked very often if the horses had come in. He seemed very
anxious to see Lord Mellent; but, as it was a stiff journey and there
had been a run upon the road, I did not like the horses to go before
they had had a night's rest. He did not change any notes at my house,
but paid me in gold; and I never heard any inquiries made about it
till Lady Anne asked me the other night if I recollected the facts.
When he went from my house he came straight over here in a chaise of
mine; but I heard from the postboy afterwards, that finding the old
lord was dead, and the young lord gone with the body into Wales, the
gentleman had gone on in the chaise to Wooler, seeming very anxious to
catch his lordship as soon as possible. That's all I know upon the
subject."
"And quite enough, too, Mr. Gunnel," said Mr. Hargrave, with an
approving nod of the head.
"I am quite satisfied," said Mr. Stolterforth.
But Lady Anne exclaimed--
"No, not yet. There shall not be a shade of suspicion left upon his
name. May I ask you, Colonel Mandrake, to read that paper aloud? You
were acquainted with my dear father, and must know his handwriting at
the bottom. The other signature I can prove, for the witness is now in
the house, and shall describe what he saw and heard."
"I will read the paper at once, my lady," replied Colonel Mandrake. "I
see your father's handwriting, and would swear to it anywhere from the
peculiar turn of the _d_.
"'The confession of Stephen Hayley, made in the presence of Charles
Earl of Milford, on the 11th day of October, 18--, at Harley Lodge, in
the county of Hertford. I, Stephen Hayley, upon the solemn promise of
the Earl of Milford never to divulge what I am now about to write,
until after my death, except in case a young gentleman, known by the
name of Henry Hayley, now supposed to be dead, should again reappear
in this country, do hereby acknowledge and confess that I did forge
the name of Mr. Henry Scriven, with the word "Accepted" on a bill of
exchange, which, was discounted for me by the said young gentleman at
the house of Messrs. Stolterforth and Co. bankers; and that he, the
said Henry Hayley, was totally and entirely ignorant that the bill was
forged, when he so discounted it; and that he never either knew, or,
to the best of my belief, suspected, that the said bill was forged,
till the very morning on which he departed for the Continent.
Moreover, I acknowledge and confess that he left England at my earnest
entreaty, and solely with the view of saving my life, I having
previously furnished him with a paper to the same effect as this
present, in order to ensure him from danger if he should be
apprehended and brought back. I solemnly declare every word herein
above written to be true; and I authorise the Earl of Milford to
produce this paper in case the said Henry Hayley should not be dead,
and should ever return to England, and to make whatever use of it he
may think fit after my death.
"'Signed, STEPHEN HAYLEY.
[ Milford.
"'Witnesses, <
[Thomas Alsager.'"
"My father's signature can be proved by Alsager," said Lady Anne. "Let
Thomas Alsager be called. Mr. Hargrave, will you put what questions to
him you think necessary?"
When the name of Thomas Alsager had been pronounced, a stout, portly
man, Lady Anne's butler, advanced to the table, bowing to the
magistrates.
"Thomas Alsager," said Mr. Hargrave, "did you ever witness, in the
presence of your late master, the signature of a gentleman named
Hayley?"
"Yes, your worship," replied the man; "I did."
"Is that your handwriting?" demanded Mr. Hargrave.
"It is," answered the butler.
"Describe what occurred on that occasion," said Mr. Hargrave.
"Why, your worship," replied the man, "my lord had been very ill, from
an accident by which he had nearly been killed; but he had been
recovering rapidly, and had walked out once or twice in the park, when
one morning at breakfast he had taken up a newspaper, just as I was
putting some things on the table; and all in a minute he started up,
as if he had seen something frightful, threw the paper down under his
feet and trampled upon it. I never saw him in such a way before; and
he cried out, 'Send a man on horseback immediately for that villain
Hayley! Tell him to come down to me directly; and say, if he does not
come, I will come and fetch him.' My lady was in the room, and she
tried to quiet him. He did get a little more composed, and he wrote a
note, and sent the carriage instead of a man on horseback. Mr. Hayley
came back in the carriage, and when he got out I saw he was pale and
trembling. I showed him into my lord's little room, and there he
remained for about an hour; and as I passed and repassed I could hear
my lord's voice very high at times, till at last he rang the bell as
if he would have shaken it down. I ran in as fast as possible, and I
found Mr. Hayley on his knees before him, crying, 'I will indeed--I
will do it this minute.'
"Then my lord answered, 'Very well, sir; if you have told the truth,
you can have no objection to write it. You may go away, Alsager.' In
about half-an-hour after, he rang again, but much more quietly; and
when I went in I found Mr. Hayley sitting with that paper before him,
not spread out, but doubled down, so that I could only see the last
words; and my lord said, 'I wish you to witness this person's
signature, Alsager. Now, Mr. Hayley.' Then Mr. Hayley put his hand
upon the paper, and said, 'All I have written in this paper is true,
so help me God;' and then he wrote his name. My lord wrote his, and I
wrote mine and went away. In a few minutes after, Mr. Hayley went too;
but my lord would never see him afterwards, though he called once or
twice."
No further questions were asked of the butler; but Sir Harry Henderson
remarked--
"Here is your name upon the back of the paper, Hargrave, I see."
"That was merely for verification," said Mr. Hargrave, "in order to be
able to prove how, when, and where this and other papers were found."
"Rather singular, indeed," said Mr. Scriven, whose bitter spirit was
not yet fully worked out, "that the earl should leave such a paper
about, when his old schoolfellow's life depended upon it."
"He did not leave it about, sir," answered Lady Anne. "He placed it in
a cabinet here at Milford, a short time before his death, and sealed
up that cabinet with a strip of parchment, impressing the wax at each
end with his own coat-of-arms. The seal he left by his will to Mr.
Hargrave; so that it has never been in my possession, nor have I ever
been at Milford Castle, since my father's death, till I came here with
Mr. Hargrave. The key of the cabinet, sealed up in a letter directed
to me, and explaining the nature of the papers I would find therein
when I came of age, my father ordered to be given to me after his
death. Mr. Hargrave witnessed my opening of that cabinet, the
parchment being then uncut and the seals unbroken; and he wrote his
name upon each of the papers found therein, to identify them in case
of need. I mention these facts, Mr. Scriven, lest you should suspect
me of fabricating these papers--though what possible motive I could
have for fabricating them it might be difficult to discover."
"Not so difficult as your ladyship supposes," replied Mr. Scriven,
with a last spirit of disappointed spleen. "Love, we know, will make
people do many strange things."
"Love!" cried Lady Anne, with a gay smile; "well, so be it. I do love
him!" and she put her arm through that of Henry. "I do love him most
dearly, most truly, most tenderly!"
"Then no wonder, madam, your ladyship tries hard to save a man you
wish to marry," said Mr. Scriven.
"Marry!" exclaimed Lady Anne, laughing joyously. "Nay, nay, my good
sir; not marry my own brother!"
Mr. Scriven looked confounded; and there was many a one in the room
who was very much, though not equally, surprised. After a moment's
silence, however, Lady Anne turned to Henry, placing the rest of the
papers she had brought in his hands, and saying--
"There, Henry, my dear brother, I put you in possession of that which
is yours. I am no longer mistress of this house, of this estate, or of
any of the property of the Milford family. They go with the title to
you. Harley Lodge and my mother's property are all that I can claim;
and I do not think you will make me pay back rents for that which I
have not kept willingly. One such brother is to me worth all the
property in the world."
Henry threw his arms round her and kissed her tenderly; but, bursting
away from him with her own wild grace, she cast herself upon the bosom
of Maria Monkton and wept.
The magistrates rose from the table at which they had been sitting,
and shook hands with and congratulated him who had been the object of
so much interest and so much investigation. Charles Marston and Mr.
Winkworth were not behind them; and poor Lady Fleetwood exclaimed with
a sigh--
"Well, this is very extraordinary, and very fortunate!"
"Very extraordinary indeed," said Mr. Scriven, drily; "and not the
least extraordinary part of the whole is a body of magistrates rising
to shake hands with a person still under a charge of felony."
"I drop the charge entirely," said Mr. Stolterforth. "I am perfectly
convinced, as any reasonable man must be, that there is not the
slightest foundation for it whatever."
"Nevertheless," said Mr. Hargrave, who had heard Mr. Scriven's
observation and the rejoinder, "Mr. Scriven is quite right. This is an
unusual manner of expressing the unanimous decision at which I believe
we have arrived. We must proceed more orderly--Sir Harry
Henderson!--colonel!--let me have your decision."
He spoke for a single moment apart with each of his brother
magistrates; and then, resuming his seat with the rest, he said--
"It is the unanimous opinion of the justices present, that there is
not the slightest ground for the accusation which has been made
against the gentleman known here by the name of Colonel Middleton.
Charge dismissed. Clerk, you will have the goodness to send all the
papers to the proper quarter; and in case of any question as to our
having acted out of our jurisdiction, I take the responsibility
thereof upon myself. The prisoner, Samuel Nugent, must be sent to
London, with a copy of the depositions by which he is affected."
"Then I am to consider that the case against Colonel Middleton,
_alias_ Hayley, _alias_ Milford, is disposed of?" said Mr. Scriven.
"As far as we are concerned, this case is, sir," replied Mr. Hargrave.
"There is another case, however, affecting subornation of perjury,
which, not having any parallel case in remembrance, I do not know how
to deal with. I will, however, when I get home, consult authorities on
the subject, and confer with my brother magistrates. If you are still
in the county, you shall hear from me on the matter." This delicate
hint was not lost upon Mr. Scriven. Although he saw that the game was
against him, indeed, he had a strong inclination to see if nothing
could be done to retrieve it. But he was a man of calculation--hardy,
persevering, it is true, in pursuit of an object, but yet unwilling to
risk much upon a perilous speculation; and in the present instance he
was quietly beating a retreat, as soon as Mr. Hargrave's eye was off
him. He was interrupted, however, in his course, by a loud, clear,
sharp voice exclaiming--
"Hey! Scriven, Scriven!" and turning round, as almost all the rest of
the party did at this sudden exclamation, he saw the eyes of Mr.
Winkworth fixed upon him through a pair of large spectacles. "Just let
me remind you before you go, Scriven," said Mr. Winkworth, "that you
owe the sum of twenty-one thousand two hundred and sixty-three pounds
eleven shillings and fivepence to the heirs, executors,
administrators, or assigns of the late Stephen Hayley, Esq. whose sole
representative I take to be Miss Rebecca Hayley, now in confinement,
by your orders, at Brooke Green."
If Mr. Scriven ever really felt fury, it was at that moment.
"What is that to you, sir?" he demanded fiercely. "Your assertion is
false!"
"No, it is not," answered Mr. Winkworth. "It is quite true; and not
only will I prove it so within the next three months, but I will prove
that you have owed it for ten years, and denied the debt because you
had got possession of the vouchers."
Mr. Scriven had waxed marvellously pale, and he gazed in Mr.
Winkworth's face as if he had beheld a ghost.
"And who are you?" he demanded, in a dull, hollow tone; but those were
the only words he seemed capable of uttering.
"I am one who have known you well," replied Mr. Winkworth, "for
well-nigh thirty years; and if your memory of faces were as good as
you pretend, methinks you might have remembered mine. There--go, go!
We shall meet in London within a month; and pray you see that my
accounts with your house are in somewhat better order than those of
unhappy Stephen Hayley."
Mr. Scriven was very near the door; and a servant, opening it at that
moment, gave him an opportunity of slipping out without any great
bustle.
Henry was at that moment speaking a few words to Lady Anne Mellent and
pale Maria Monkton--pale, I say, for agitation had blanched her cheek
till it looked like the leaf of a lily.
"Shall I call him back and ask him to stay?" he said, in a low but
eager tone, addressing Maria.
"No, Henry--no," she answered, laying her hand upon his arm: "it would
only be a misery to himself and a restraint to us. You can never be
friends, for you are nature's opposites; but you will endure him for
my sake, and better at a distance."
At that moment Lady Fleetwood advanced towards them, her face beaming
with every kindly purpose.
"My dear lord," she said, while Maria looked up in his face with a
gentle smile, "I congratulate you most sincerely, and dear Maria too,
upon the wonderful events that have happened. I don't understand it at
all for my own part, though I see that it has all ended quite right
and happily. You must indeed forgive my poor brother Scriven; for you
know he is a dry, commonplace man of business, and I am sure did it
all--with the best intentions."
Maria could hardly refrain from laughing; but Sir Harry Henderson, who
was standing near, said, in a jocular sort of way--
"Indeed, Lady Fleetwood, few of us understand the matter completely,
and should very much like to hear the whole explained, without waiting
for a newspaper account of it."
"Such explanation, my dear sir, I shall be most happy to give you,"
said Henry, "but not now. I have my sister's directions to ask the
whole party here assembled, and more especially yourself and Colonel
Mandrake, to remain and dine with us. I would hold out the explanation
of all mysteries as a temptation, did I not think that the bare
request of Lady Anne would be quite sufficient for any gentleman here
present."
"Assuredly, assuredly, my lord," replied Colonel Mandrake, who was a
very gallant old gentleman, with bushy black and white eyebrows and an
aquiline nose; "but, unfortunately, we are here in morning costume."
"That will be easily amended," said Lady Anne, with one of her gay
looks. "Nobody indeed will remark Colonel Mandrake's costume when he
is himself present; but, if he needs must attend to all those
proprieties which so much distinguish him, a man and horse will be at
liberty in a few minutes to bring whatever he requires. And now let us
adjourn to another room, for this has been so full of agitating
feelings that the air seems loaded with ill affections."
"Mingled with pure and noble ones, dear Anne," said Henry, laying his
hand upon hers. "Now, kind Lady Fleetwood, let me give you my arm, and
let none of us regret what has passed, as we have all acted--with the
best intentions."