MR. PIGTOP BELIEVETH IN GHOSTS, AND HATH SOME TRUST IN WITCHES, BUT NONE
AT ALL IN LAWYERS--A CONSULTATION AFTER SUPPER, AND, AFTER SUPPER,
ACTION.
Early next morning, Mr Pigtop and myself were seated in a post-chaise,
making the best of our way towards the western extremity of England.
When we had arrived at Exeter, where we found it necessary to sleep, in
order to gain some little restoration from the fatigues of our incessant
travelling, we made up our minds to hire three horses and a groom, and,
having very accurately ascertained the exact site of Rathelin Hall,
which was situated a few miles to the north-eastward of Barnstaple, we
arrived there towards the close of the day, and put up at a very decent
inn in an adjoining village.
The old and large house was distinctly visible, notwithstanding the
well-wooded park in which it was situated, from the windows of our inn.
A conference with our host fully realised our worst fears. He informed
us that Sir Reginald was not expected to live many days; that his whole
deportment was very edifying; and, moreover, that his dying hours were
solaced and sweetened by the presence and the assiduities of his only
and long-disowned, but now acknowledged, son Ralph. We, moreover,
learned that this Ralph came attended by a London attorney; and that
they, with the priest Thomas, in the intervals between rest, refection,
and prayer, were actively employed in settling his sublunary affairs,
very much to the dissatisfaction of a Mr Seabright, the family
solicitor, and land-steward of the estate.
"Where does Mr Seabright live?" was my question, instantly.
"Why, here, sir, to be sure, in our town of Antwick; and mortally in
dudgeon he has taken all this."
"Undoubtedly, and with justice," was my reply. "So faithful a servant,
who has for so many years had the sole management of the Rathelin
affairs, should not be cast off so slightly. Give us as good a supper,
landlord, as your skill and Antwick can produce, and let us have covers
for three. Send your porter down to Mr Seabright--but I had better
write a note." So I sent to him a polite invitation to sup with us,
telling him that two strangers wished to see him on important business.
To all these proceedings Pigtop demurred. He was for the summary
process of going before a magistrate next morning, and taking out a
warrant to apprehend Joshua Daunton on the capital charge for which he
was pursued in London, and thus, at one blow, wind up the affair.
But I held my promise to Mrs Causand to be sacred, and determined to
give him, my fraternal enemy, one chance of escaping. Pigtop's
repugnance, however, to the employment of a lawyer could not be
overcome; so, not being able to obtain his consent, I determined to try
and do without it, which my friend averred to be impossible.
At nine o'clock precisely, as the smoking dishes appeared, so did the
lawyer. A sudden emotion was perceptible on his iron-bound visage when
his eyes first fell upon me, of the nature of which I could form no
idea. Mr Pigtop bowed to him very stiffly; and it was some time before
the genuine cordiality of my manner could put Mr Seabright at his ease.
While we were at table, I begged to decline giving him our names, as I
was fearful that the intelligence might travel to the Hall, and thus
give some scope for further machinations on the part of Joshua. But, as
is too often the case, we were prudent only by halves.
The groom that we had hired, not being enjoined to secrecy, had
unhesitatingly told everyone belonging to the establishment our
appellations. The landlord and his household were much struck by the
similarity of the name by which I still went, Rattlin, and that of
Rathelin; and thus, whilst I was playing the cautious before Mr
Seabright, the news had already reached the Hall, and those most
concerned to know it, that two gentlemen, a Mr Rattlin and a Mr
Pigtop, with their groom, had put up at the Three Bells in the village,
and had sent for the lawyer.
When, after supper, we had carefully secured the privacy of our
apartment, amidst many nudges and objurgations from my former shipmate,
I proceeded to relate to the astonished solicitor who I was, and what
were my motives for appearing at that juncture in the neighbourhood. I
also told him of the personation of myself that I understood was then
going on at the Hall, at the same time totally suppressing every other
guilty circumstance of Daunton's life.
When I had finished my recital, I produced my documents; and,
notwithstanding that he was almost breathless with wonder, he confessed
that he believed implicitly all my assertions, and would assist me to
recover my rights, and disabuse my father, to the utmost of his
abilities.
"You have lost much valuable time," said he. "This impostor has now
been domesticated some days with Sir Reginald. I think, with you, that
he has no ulterior views upon the title and the estates. His object is
present plunder, and the inducing your father, through the agency of
that scoundrel London lawyer, to make him sign such documents that
everything that can be willed away will be made over to him. We must,
to-morrow, proceed in a body to the Hall, and take the villains by
surprise. I will now return home and prepare some necessary documents.
As this is a criminal matter, I will also take care to have the
attendance of an upright and clear-seeing magistrate, who will proceed
with us--not certainly later than ten o'clock to morrow."
He then took his leave, with an air of much importance, and more
alacrity than I could have expected from a man of his years.
When Pigtop and myself were left alone, neither the first nor the second
nor'-wester of brandy-and-water could arouse him from his sullen mood.
He told me frankly, and in his own sea-slang, that he could not
disintegrate the idea of a lawyer from that of the devil, and that he
was assured that neither I nor my cause would prosper if I permitted the
interference of a land-shark. I was even obliged to assume a little the
authority of a master, in order to subdue his murmurings: to convince
his judgment I did not try--in which forbearance I displayed much
wisdom. We each retired to our respective room, with less of cordiality
than we had ever displayed since our unexpected reunion.
I had no sooner got to bed than I determined, by a violent effort, to
sleep. I had always a ready soporific at hand. It was a repeating and
re-repeating of a pious little ode by a late fashionable poet. It
seldom failed to produce somnolency at about the twelfth or thirteenth
repetition. I would recommend a similar prescription to the sleepless;
and I can assure them that there is much verse lately printed, and by
people who plume themselves no little upon it, that need not be gone
over more than twice at furthest; excepting the person may have Saint
Vitus dance, and then a third time may be necessary. I would specify
some of these works, were it at all necessary; but the afflicted have
only to ask, at random, for the last published volume of poems, or to
take up an annual, either old or new, and they may be _dosed_ without
the perpetration of a pun.
Three times had I slept by the means of my ode, and three times had I
awaked by some horrible dream, that fled my memory with my slumbers. I
could draw no omen from it, for my mind could not bring it out
sufficiently distinct to fix a single idea upon it. However, as I found
my sleep so much more miserable than my watchfulness, I got up, and,
putting on a portion of my clothes, began to promenade my room with a
slow step and a very anxious mind.
I had made but few turns, when my door was abruptly thrust open, and
Pigtop stalked in, fully dressed.
"I can't sleep, Rattlin," said he, "and tarnation glad am I to see that
you can't caulk either. A dutiful son you would be, to be snoozing
here, and very likely, at this very moment, the rascal's knife is
hacking at your father's weasand. It is not yet twelve o'clock; and I
saw from my window, from whence I can see the Hall plainly, a strange
dancing of light about the windows, and you may take an old sailor's
word that something uncommon's in the wind. Let us go and reconnoitre."
"With all my heart; any action is better than this wretched inactivity
of suspense. I will complete my dress, and you, in the meantime, look
to the pistols."
We were soon ready, and sallied forth unperceived from the inn. We had
no purpose, no ultimate views; yet both Pigtop and myself seemed fully
to understand that we should be compelled into some desperate adventure.
I was going armed, and by night, like an assassin, to seek the
presence, or, at least, to watch over the safety of a father I had never
seen, never loved, and never respected.
The space that separated the abode of my father from the inn was soon
passed; and, a little after midnight, I stood within the gloomy and
park-like enclosure that circumscribed the front of the large old
mansion. The lodge was a ruin, the gates had long been thrown down, and
we stumbled over some of their remnants, imbedded in the soil, and
matted to it with long and tangled grass. I observed that there was a
scaffolding over the front of the lodge; but whether it were for the
purpose of repairing or taking down, I could not then discover.
As my companion and myself advanced to the front of the building, we
also observed that, lofty as were its walls, it was scaffolded to the
very attics, and some part of the roof of the right wing was already
removed. Altogether, a more comfortless, a more dispiriting view could
hardly have been presented; and its disconsolateness was much increased
by the dim and fitful light that a young moon gave at intervals, upon
gables, casements, and clumps of funereal yews.
"And this," as we stood before the portals, said I to Pigtop, "is my
inheritance--mine. Is it not a princely residence?"
"It looms like a county jail, that's being turned into a private
madhouse. If so be as how witches weren't against the law of the land,
this seems the very place for them. Do you believe in ghosts?"
"Verily, yes, and--no."
"Because I think that I see the ghosts of a hearse and four horses among
those tall trees at that corner."
"Then, Pig, we must be on the alert--for I see it, too; but the vision
has assumed the every-day deception of a post-chaise and four."
"Jeer as you will, it is a hearse: somebody's just losing the number of
his mess. It will take away a corpse to-night, depend upon it. That a
post-chaise! Pooh! I can see the black plumes waving upon the horses'
heads; and--hark at the low, deep moanings that seem to sweep by it--
that is not at all natural--let us go back."
"I was never more resolved to go forward. There is villainy hatching--
completing. Wrap your cloak closely about your countenance; don't
mistake the wind for groans, nor the waving branches of cedar-trees for
hearse-plumes, but follow me."
"Who's afraid?" said Pigtop.
His chattering teeth answered the question.
As I was prepared for everything, I was not surprised to find the
principal door open, and the hall filled with iron-bound cases and
several plate-chests. As we stepped into the midst of these, completely
muffled in our cloaks, a fellow came and whispered to us, "Is all
ready?"
"Hush!" said I.
"Oh, no fear--they are at prayers in Sir Reginald's bedroom--he is going
fast--he is restless--he cannot sleep."
"Where are the servants?"
"Snoring in their nests."
"And who is with Sir Reginald?"
"Nobody but the priest, and his son, Master Ralph--without the lawyer
has gone up since; he saw all right about the chaise. But am I on the
right lay?"
"Surely. Joshua Daunton and I--"
"Enough--you're up to trap--so lend us a hand, and let us take the swag
to the shay--though swag it ain't, for it's Josh's by deed of law. Sir
Reginald signs and seals to-night, as they say he can't live over
to-morrow."
"No there is no occasion to stir yet. Which is the way to Sir
Reginald's room? I must speak one word to Joshua before we start. I
know the countersign--it will bring him out to me in a moment. I would
advise you, in the meantime, just to step to the chaise and see all
right, and bring it up nearer the door quietly--mind, quietly, for these
boxes are damned heavy."
"You're right there," said the accomplice, and departed on his errand,
after previously showing me the staircase that led to the apartment of
my sick father.
When the rascal's steps were no longer heard, "Now, Pigtop," said I,
"show your pluck, help me to lock and bar the hall-door--good--so one
bloodhound is disposed of; he dare not make a noise, lest he should
rouse the establishment. Now follow me--but, hark ye, no murder: the
reptile's life must be spared."
Pigtop made no answer, but pointed to his scarred and disfigured lip,
with a truly ferocious grin.
It is necessary for the fully understanding of the catastrophe that
ensued, that I describe the site of the old building in which such
startling events were passing. The front approach was level from the
road; but on the back there was a precipitous, and rugged, and rocky
descent, up to the very buttresses that supported the old walls--not,
certainly, so great or so dangerous as to be called a precipice; for, on
the extreme right wing of the rear of the house, it was no more than a
gentle inclination of the soil, deepening rapidly towards the left, and
there, directly under the extremity of that wing, assuming the
appearance of a vast chasm, through the bottom of which a brawling
stream chafed the pointed stones, on its way to the adjacent sea.
Sir Reginald's sleeping-room was a large tapestried apartment on the
first-floor, the windows of which occupied the extreme of the left wing
of the house, and was directly over the deepest part of the chasm which
I have described.
All this part of the mansion was scaffolded also; the ends of the poles
having what appeared to be but a very precarious insertion on the
projections of the rocks below. It had been the intention of Sir
Reginald thoroughly to repair his mansion; but, falling sick, and in low
spirits, he had ordered the preparations to be delayed. The scaffolding
had been standing through the whole of the previous winter; and the
poles, and more especially the ropes that bound them to the cross-piece,
had already gone through several stages of decay.