he had recently condemned, heart-rending pleas for mercy, despairing
appeals for a mitigation, however slight, of the agonising sentences he
had pronounced; and among them was a letter from his father, the old man
whom still in spite of all he respected and in his own way loved, a
letter entreating him to show pity in his judgments, threatening to
disown him should he still persist in his bloody methods. And Jeffreys
himself, save in his outbursts of rage, was not a cruel man, and took
little enough delight in his brutal task. Still he had no choice. For
the King's commands had been absolute; no mercy must be shown and the
King's commands he dared not disobey.
And in addition to these commands, apart from his hope to win by his
zealous service the office of lord chancellor, there was jet another
reason, more poignant than all, why he dared show no mercy to those
associated with the late rebellion; why, if he could have had his own
way, every man who had so much as looked at Duke Monmouth should be put
to death.
For he himself, in one of those sudden fits of alarm which formed the
cause in him of so much double-dealing, had intrigued secretly with
Monmouth, and the haunting fear of discovery had sent him down into the
west like a savage beast of prey, panting to sweep from sight all traces
of rebellion, striving to prove, by the very ferocity of his judgments,
his loyalty to the King and his repugnance of the course of his enemies.
So he was driven, by the very desperation of his ambition, to win for
himself a hatred and contempt that almost broke his heart.
And to-night, as he sat alone, he wondered wearily whether the struggle
was worth the torture it created, and his heart cried to him to give up
the contest, resign his office, and in retirement find rest for his
suffering body, and peace for his weary soul. So spake his heart, and
he longed for determination to follow its dictates. Yet he knew too
well the while that peace was not for him, for the curse of Lucifer was
upon him, and so long as there remained power to strive for, or enemies
to overthrow, so long must he struggle on in misery, until death should
bring to him the only rest such as he may ever know.
He was interrupted in his musings by the entrance of his secretary,
Master Stephen Jewars. Perturbed and anxious the man hurried into the
room, and after a moment's pause advanced to his master's side.
"My lord," he began nervously, "there is an officer without, asking to
see your lordship."
Jeffreys moved impatiently.
"Not to-night, Jewars," he said sharply; "I will see no one to-night.
His business will wait."
"Pardon, my lord, even so I answered him, but he declares his business
will not wait. Moreover, 'tis a matter of the most absolute importance,
so he states, that he see you."
"Devil take you!" cried Jeffreys angrily. "Why, fellow, have you not
heard the same tale ten thousand times of late? 'Tis another o' these
petitioners, I'll warrant. I will not see him."
A moment the secretary hesitated. Then he stooped over his master and
said in a low, cautious tone:
"My lord, it may be I am mistaken, but--methinks the man knows
something."
Jeffreys started.
"What mean you, fellow?" he asked quickly. "What does he say?"
"Nay, my lord, 'tis mostly by his manner I judge it, for he demands to
see your lordship as tho' 'tis nought to him yet for your sake 'twere
wise. And then also his words--for he claims to have information
concerning an intrigue with the late Duke, an intrigue which may not
astonish your lordship as much as most folk, yet 'twill be of greater
moment to your lordship to be the first to hear on't."
"Tut!" cried Jeffreys nervously. "Any man might say that."
"Aye, my lord, any man might say it, but an I be any judge of men, this
man hath meaning in his words."
Jeffreys was silent.
"Well, well, Jewars," he said after a pause; "I will see the man. But
not alone. You will remain in the room, and look you, have an escort
ready at hand, lest the man must be--lest he prove an impostor."
"Very good, my lord," answered Jewars with a sigh of relief. "I will
bring him in at once."
Two minutes later he ushered Captain Protheroe into the judge's
presence.
At sight of his visitor Jeffreys started, and eyeing him sharply for a
moment, rapped out a fierce oath.
"What's this!" he cried. "What do you here? How dare you come here? I
know you, fellow, I know your face well."
"'Tis possible," answered the other coolly. "I have been frequently
before your lordship--er--unofficially. I was one of Colonel Kirke's
officers."
"Truly, you do well to say _was_," shouted Jeffreys angrily. "I mind
you well, sir. You are he who was committed at Taunton and who
afterwards escaped. I have not forgot you, sir."
"Indeed! I congratulate your lordship upon an excellent memory," was
the cool reply.
"Zounds! Jewars. What is the fellow here for?" blustered the judge.
"A condemned rebel! A traitor! Call in the guard."
"Nay, my lord," interrupted Captain Protheroe quietly. "I have that to
say to your lordship of the deepest import. You will do well to hear me
out. The guard afterwards--an you will."
Jeffreys eyed him, frowning.
"You are a cool fellow," he muttered. "Have a care, sir, have a care.
Do not trifle with me. Your life is not worth one----"
"I am aware of that fact, my lord," he interrupted coolly. "Judge then
whether the business which led me to place myself in your power be
likely to be of import or no. Indeed, my lord, you will do well to hear
me."
For a moment the judge hesitated, trying to outfrown the officer's cool
glance, but finding here was a different man from those whom he was
accustomed to bully in the law courts, he submitted with a bad grace to
the demand.
"Well! Well! say what you desire, sir; but look you, waste no time."
"I have no desire to do so, my lord. In fact waste of time were more
fatal to me than ever it could be inconvenient to your lordship.
Briefly then, I am here to give your lordship an opportunity of
exercising mercy."
Judge Jeffreys stared for a moment in amazement, then dropped his fist
upon the table with a fierce oath.
"Mercy! Mercy!" he shouted. "And have you dared, fellow, to force your
way into my presence, to interrupt my rest, solely to beg for mercy on
your miserable life. Have you indeed so dared, fellow?"
"My name is Protheroe, since it seems to have escaped your lordship's
otherwise excellent memory," was the cool reply. "But indeed I
certainly have not intruded on your seclusion merely to beg so slight a
thing as my pardon. 'Tis a most wide-reaching exercise of mercy I offer
your lordship, the release of four rebels at least."
Jeffreys sprang to his feet, trembling with fury, and roared out a
torrent of oaths that startled even the accustomed ears of his hearer.
But Captain Protheroe did not change a tittle of his cool, resolute
mien. He knew his man, and knew well that the only way to master such
as he was to meet insolence with insolence, and rage with cool contempt.
"To the guardhouse with the insolent fellow," shouted Jeffreys, glaring
with passion. "Away with him!"
"You forget, my lord," shouted the officer, endeavouring vainly to win a
hearing; "I do not come empty-handed, I bring my price."
But the Judge was beside himself with fury, and Captain Protheroe had
hardly escaped immediate arrest, had not the secretary stepped quickly
forward and whispered a few words in his master's ear. At first he
could gain no attention, but gradually the storm subsided, the judge's
fury wavered before the calm indifference of the soldier, and after a
moment's silence he submitted sulkily to his secretary's persuasion.
"Well! Well! Jewars. I will hear him," he muttered. "Look you, sir,
say clearly what has brought you here. You claim to have information to
give. What is it? What have you to offer?"
"Two letters, my lord."
"Letters!" The judge started forward, grasping the table with his
hands, his eyes glaring at the officer. "Letters, say you?"
"Aye, my lord," answered the officer nonchalantly. "Certain letters of
your lordship's own hand, which have come into my possession. They are,
I venture to believe, a most sufficient guarantee for my trust in your
clemency."
Jeffreys dropped his hands and fell back into his chair, his eyes fixed
on the speaker with horrible intensity. His fingers moved nervously and
his lips twitched. Jewars touched him on the shoulder, and with a start
he recovered himself.
"Show me the letters!" he snarled abruptly.
Captain Protheroe drew the papers from his breast, and handed them
across the table. He was purposely deliberate in his movements,
revelling in the anxiety of the judge's face.
There was a dead silence in the room while Judge Jeffreys perused the
letters. He bent his head low over the paper, therefore his face was
hidden from the officer, who waited breathless for the pronouncement
upon the contents.
At length after a long pause, the judge raised his head.
His face was calm, his voice as usual loud and raucous.
He eyed the officer firmly.
"These"--he said slowly, tapping the papers--"these are forgeries."
A sudden cold chill crept round Captain Protheroe's heart. He stared at
the judge in amazement, in slowly rising despair.
"Forgeries, sir," said Jeffreys again coldly. "Have you no more to
say?"
But even while he spake, Captain Protheroe noted, though the face and
voice were calm, yet the hand which held the letter trembled till the
paper shook like an aspen leaf. He noted this, and took fresh courage
from the sight.
"Pardon me, my lord," he drawled politely; "not forgeries,
but--er--copies."
The judge glared at him.
"Copies," he cried sharply. "Then where are the originals! Show them
to me?"
"Indeed, my lord, you underrate my very high opinion of your
lordship's--er--ingenuity, if you deem I have brought the originals with
me," answered the captain with the same slow politeness. "They are in
safe-keeping elsewhere."
Jeffreys swore under his breath. Then he turned to the officer with a
scornful laugh.
"And you dream, by these letters, you can prove me traitor, eh?" he
asked mockingly.
"Certainly not, my lord, if your lordship can prove your innocence," was
the cool answer.
There was silence. The two men eyed one another defiantly. Then
Jeffreys laid down the letters, and leaned across the table.
"You are a fool, sir," he said sharply, "an you think to reap any
advantage from these letters. I tell you the plain truth. I have
intrigued with Monmouth, but solely that by gaining his confidence, I
might prove of greater assistance to his Majesty."
"Indeed, my lord, I never held so low an opinion of you as to suppose
you would confine your treachery to one party only," answered Captain
Protheroe insolently. But his heart beat quickly, for he liked not the
suggestion in the judge's words.
"Have a care, sir," shouted Jeffreys angrily. "Recollect you are in my
power."
"With reservations, my lord. For, if I join not my friends within two
hours, the originals of these letters will, before to-morrow night, be
in the hands of one likely to take a deeper interest in the matter than
your lordship seems to do."
"Devil damn you, fellow! Have I not told you wherefore these letters
were writ?"
"You have. For your lordship's sake I trust others may place more
credence in your story than I do myself."
"What! Do you dream his Majesty will believe there is one word of truth
in your story if I deny it? Your letters are powerless to destroy me.
Heavens, man, do you suppose his Majesty would disgrace me on such
evidence? I tell you, sir, I am as necessary to him as his crown."
"My lord, you yourself undoubtedly are the best judge as to what extent
his Majesty finds your services a necessity. But 'tis said he is easily
suspicious, and 'twill not be the first time such accusations have been
brought."
Jeffreys winced at the suggestion.
Captain Protheroe continued quietly:
"But 'tis not to his Majesty the papers would be delivered. He is the
head of the kingdom, but by no means the only power therein. It might
be, my lord, that the accusation once brought, he would be powerless to
save you."
"What do you mean?" snarled the judge.
"I think, my lord, 'twas his late Majesty who remarked that your
lordship was not 'parliament-proof.'"
Jeffreys started back and glanced uneasily at the speaker.
"Parliament," continued the officer slowly, "is indeed almost entirely
Tory, but yet, as your lordship has good reason to know, it hath no
great love for your person. There may not be many honest men among the
members, but 'tis certain there are many cowards, and cowards will not
brook traitors. If this accusation be brought forward it will not be
lightly set aside, And it should not be necessary for me to remind your
lordship that you have many enemies in the House."
Jeffreys sat silent, gnawing his nails, and gazing moodily on the
ground.
After a pause Captain Protheroe continued with rising courage.
"Now, my lord, should these letters fall into the hands of the Duke of
Rochester for example."
Jeffreys started to his feet with a sudden wild cry.
"Your price, man, your price?" he shouted fiercely. Then he sank down
again and leaned his head wearily upon his hand.
Captain Protheroe's eyes flashed with triumph.
"My price!" he cried eagerly. "My lord, I might ask much, but I
refrain. All I demand is a free pardon for four rebels, Mistress
Barbara Winslow, Sir Rupert Winslow, Sir Ralph Trevellyan, and myself.
That is my price, and no dear one for such evidence as this."
"Pardons! Pardons!" cried Jeffreys testily; "what have I to do with
pardons? 'Tis his Majesty alone who can grant such."
"Truly, my lord," answered the officer politely; "yet knowing the great
confidence his Majesty places in your lordship, I venture to believe you
will find no great difficulty in procuring what I demand. In the
meantime I will content myself with a safe pass to Holland for myself
and my companions."
A sudden light gleamed in the judge's eyes. Drawing towards him ink and
paper he wrote the necessary orders, signed and sealed them and laid
them on the table beside him.
"That will serve your purpose, sir," he said quietly. "My secretary will
now accompany you to fetch the originals of the letters; on your return
with them this passport shall be delivered to you."
Captain Protheroe laughed quickly.
Then he turned to Jeffreys with an air of deep reproach.
"Alas! my lord," he cried, "you do indeed underrate my opinion of your
ability; moreover, I fear, you take me for a fool. No, no, my lord;
that plan likes me not."
Judge Jeffreys started up with an oath, and made a movement to tear the
paper in pieces. Captain Protheroe stopped him sharply.
"Hearken, my lord," he said sternly, "you will hand that pass to me now,
you will take no steps to interfere with our departure, and you will at
once apply yourself to obtain the pardons I demand. If money be
required to win them I doubt not your lordship has sufficient to meet
all expenses. In the meantime I and my friends will ride in safety to
the coast, stopping a night or so at Durford Manor house----"
"Durford," cried Jeffreys sharply, "what would you at Durford?"
"Er--a small matter of an old gold brocade, I believe," answered Captain
Protheroe, with a little smile of reminiscence. "From there we will
take ship and sail for Holland. On the day your lordship procures our
pardons, the letters you require shall be delivered into your hands."
"And if I refuse?"
"Refuse! why, then, as I have already explained, the letters have
another destination. His Majesty, I believe, has now left Winchester,
but the Duke----"
"I should at least soon see you hanged," interrupted Jeffreys furiously.
"I believe you, my lord," answered the captain drily; "but I do not
anticipate I should have long to wait before your lordship followed me."
There was a pause. Then Jeffreys continued testily.
"What assurance have I these letters will be delivered to me?"
"My word."
"Pah! What faith put you in my word that you should have your pass?"
"None whatever! but the parallel is hardly just. I am a man of honour.
That is one of the few titles to which your lordship has never aspired."
Then he continued sharply, "Come, my lord, there is no time to lose; I
beg you to come to a decision. I will not insult your intellect by
repeating the facts of the case. Briefly, the matter runs thus: Whose
head do you count of greatest value, mine or your lordship's?"
There was a full minute's silence. Then without a word Jeffreys picked
up the passport and handed it to the officer.
"Ah, my lord! I thought I should not be mistaken in your answer," said
the captain coolly. "I need not impress upon you the advisability of
doing all in your power to facilitate our safe journey. Our interests
will doubtless be dear to you as--as your own neck. My lord, I bid you
good-evening."
The judge made no answer. He leaned wearily back in his chair, staring
moodily before him. Behind him stood the secretary, silent, immovable,
but with an expression of deepest relief upon his face. Captain
Protheroe turned on his heel, and strode across the room, but scarcely
had he reached the door when it was opened suddenly from without, and he
found himself face to face with Colonel Kirke.
Both men gave a sharp exclamation of astonishment and sprang back. Then
the colonel with a sudden quick movement stepped into the room, shut the
door, and set his back against it.
For a moment all was still, the two stared at each other in dead
silence, measuring glances of hatred and contempt. Then Jeffreys rose
from his chair and stepped quickly forward.
"What do you want, colonel?" he asked hoarsely.
Kirke turned abruptly to the judge.
"What is this man doing here, my lord?" he demanded sharply.
Jeffreys moved nervously.
"Captain Protheroe is about to start upon a mission to Holland, at my
direction," he answered nervously.
"But, my lord, have you forgot? this fellow is an escaped rebel,
committed for treason."
"I know, colonel. But he is pardoned."
"Pardoned! By whom? For what reason?"
"In return for information received," answered Jeffreys quickly.
"Hell-fire! That he is not!" shouted the colonel fiercely. "I know
you, Jeffreys, you've made your money out of him, and now you would let
him go. But, by Heaven! an you do, I'll noise it abroad till all London
hear on't. And you know, none better, his Majesty's commands concerning
these rebels, not one is to escape. Pardoned! Now, by the light of the
Prophet's beard, the man is a traitor and shall hang e'en if I had to do
it with my own hands. Pardoned! Pah! The man shall hang as sure as my
name is Percy Kirke."
He ceased, and there was another silence. Captain Protheroe loosened in
its sheath the sword he earned and glanced rapidly round the room. He
turned to the chief justice, but no further help showed there. Jeffreys
had sunk back in his chair, and looked the picture of helpless dismay.
The man was a mass of nerves, sensitive as a girl; he trembled under
Colonel Kirke's fierce attack, and had no words with which to defend
himself.
"Do you understand me, Jeffreys?" the colonel again shouted. "By
Heaven, I'll publish the facts."
"My lord," interposed Captain Protheroe quietly, "'tis but a night's
ride to Winchester."
Jeffreys looked from one to the other hopelessly calculating his chances
with a desperate cunning.
"Tut, colonel," he began nervously; "what is the man to you? Let
him----"
He was interrupted by a sudden knock at the door, and the entrance of an
orderly.
"A messenger from London, my lord," he said.
He marched across to the chief justice, and handed him a packet, then
saluting, turned and left the room.
Partly with the idea of gaining time, partly with a faint hope of there
finding a way out of his difficulty, Jeffreys broke open the packet and
began to read. Colonel Kirke stood silent, watching him angrily, but
Captain Protheroe glanced hurriedly up and down the room, puzzling his
wits to devise some method of escape.
Suddenly the chief justice started to his feet and turned to the
colonel. There was a look of excitement on his face, and triumph in his
eyes.
"Colonel Kirke," he exclaimed harshly, "you are recalled to London!"
With clenched hands and blazing eyes Kirke turned on Jeffreys.
"Recalled! I! What in the devil's name do you mean?"
"Here are your orders. The regiment will proceed there in the course of
a week. You are to set out immediately."
Kirke stared at the paper in amazement; then he threw it to the ground
and stamped on it in a sudden fury. "Recalled! Disgraced! Bah! Have
you had a hand in this, Jeffreys? Recalled! Now, by----" He roared
out a torrent of oaths.
Presently he grew calmer, picked up the paper, read it once more, and
locked moodily at the chief justice.
"I must set out at once," he muttered. "But look you, Jeffreys, a word
of warning; this is but a passing affair, the work o' that meddlesome
Sunderland, I'll be bound. I shall soon return, so be careful what you
do. I've set my heart on this matter"--pointing to the captain. "When I
return, an that fellow be not handed over to me for court-martial, then,
by all the devils in heaven and hell, I'll be revenged. You know me,
Jeffreys, and you know what I can do. Take warning."
He swung to the door, then pausing, turned to Captain Protheroe, and
eyed him with a scornful glance.
"A narrow shave for you," he said; "but I'll hope to see you hanged yet,
my fine fellow."
Captain Protheroe smiled scornfully.
"I'm afraid, colonel," he answered drily, "unless our executions take
place simultaneously on the same spot, we can't both realise our mutual
hope."
With an oath Colonel Kirke swung out of the room, and the door was shut.
Then Captain Protheroe turned to Jeffreys. The judge's face was a study
of indecision. He stared moodily at the letters before him, he glanced
nervously at the door through which the colonel had retired. He was a
man standing betwixt two abysses, doubting over which to risk a jump.
At last he raised his head, and faced the captain defiantly.
"Captain Protheroe," he said, "I must withdraw your passport and place
you under arrest."
Captain Protheroe stared at the judge in dismay. The secretary took a
rapid step forward, and stooped over his master's chair.
"My lord," he whispered, "think what you do. These letters----"
"I know! I know!" cried Jeffreys testily; "but I also know Kirke. 'Tis
one or the other, and Kirke is not a man to deny."
Again the secretary stooped to argue, but Jeffreys thrust him aside.
"No, no, Jewars, I tell you 'tis the safer way. This is the only
evidence"--tapping the letters--"and it may be disproved."
Then, with a sudden inspiration Captain Protheroe stepped forward, and
leaning over the table, fixed his eyes on Jeffreys.
"The only evidence, my lord?" he asked quietly. "Tell me, has your
lordship ever heard of a certain Master Hugh Peters, of Lime?"
"Peters!" gasped the secretary, with a sudden start of horror.
"Aye," answered the officer slowly. "A worthy man who can give much
valuable information concerning the manner of Ferguson's escape, about
which there has been so great a pother in London. And, my lord, he is
not the only man who knows the secret."
With a sudden cry the secretary caught the chief justice's arm; his face
was livid, he trembled from head to foot.
"My lord," he cried, "there is no help for it, this man must go. There
is no safety else. He knows--Heavens! what does he not know? My lord,
Colonel Kirke may be dangerous, but he is disgraced, and he hath but
little evidence, and 'tis but a matter of bribery after all. But this
man--oh, my lord! let him go, out of the country with him, and Heaven
grant we may never see him more."
Jeffreys turned and stared at the terrified man, and slowly the fear
passed into his own heart. Fiercely he clutched the arms of his chair,
his eyes rolled, he moved his head from side to side, as one hounded to
death, and seeing no escape. Then with a loud cry of rage and despair,
he sprang to his feet, and pointed wildly to the door.
"Go!" he cried. "Go! You are free! But have a care. For an you come
within my power again, by God! you shall pay for this. You shall die a
thousand times; at the cart-tail, at the post, at the gallows, at the
stake. You shall feel a thousand torments, till hell itself shall show
more merciful. I will----"
"Silence!" shouted the captain sternly. "Peace, fool, I will hear no
more o' such vapourings. I go now, but first, mark you this, my Lord
Jeffreys, see to it you carry out our contract to the smallest detail,
for should harm befall me and mine thro' your doing, I vow to heaven, my
lord, I will not hang alone. So, an you value your own neck, leave us
in peace."
For one moment Jeffreys stood gasping open-mouthed, gazing at the
speaker in a fury of impotent rage, then he suddenly collapsed and
sinking into his chair, he fell forward across the table and burst into
bitter tears.