"Hist! hist!" cried a small voice, as Chandos Winslow was walking
along in the cool of the early morning, with Lockwood on one side and
Faber on the other, towards the nearest place to Winslow Abbey where
post-horses were to be obtained. They were in the wood, clothing the
side of the hill through which he had passed on the preceding evening;
and though the path was wide, and the trees far apart, with no
underwood, he looked about in vain for the body whence the sounds
proceeded. Still, however, the voice cried, "Hist! hist!" and in a
minute after, a boy slid down the boll of one of the large trees, and,
running forward, sprang affectionately into Chandos's arms.
"Why, Tim, my little man, you here?" cried the young gentleman. "How
came you to be playing truant so far from Northferry?"
"I am not playing truant," replied the boy. "My mother took me;
because she said that it should be me who served you, and good old
General Tracy. She wants to see you very much; but would not go away.
You will find her on there; but I must go up the tree again to look
out."
"Is she before the cottage, a quarter of a mile on?" asked Chandos.
"No, no!" said the boy. "Go forward till you see a straw on the
branches, on the left; then you will come to two others, and then to
three. Whistle where the three straws are, and she'll come. Good bye,
good bye!" and running away again, he climbed up the tree like a
squirrel.
"He's a nice lad," said Lockwood: "'tis a pity!"--but he left _the
what_ unexplained, and the party walked on, looking carefully on the
left for the signs which the boy had mentioned. The first straw,
however, must have escaped their notice; for they came to the two,
without having perceived it; and the three were found not far on. But
Chandos had no occasion to give the signal; for he had hardly seen the
place, when Sally Stanley was before him. She looked worn and ill; but
her large, dark eyes had lost none of their wild lustre; and she
exclaimed as soon as she beheld him, "Ah! you have come: I knew you
would come. Fate would have it so. And you too, Lockwood: you are a
hard man; but you do not mean ill. But, who is this white-faced thing?
and what is he fit for?"
She looked full at Faber as she spoke; but Lockwood took upon him to
reply, saying, "Ay, my good girl, I'm not so hard, perhaps, as you
think: you made me savage with your strange ways. After all, you were
right in the main; and if you had not stopped me, I should have spoilt
all: but you should have told me what you were about; for how could I
tell? However, I am sorry for what I said. I did not mean to act so
harshly, and was sorry for it before I had gone half a mile."
"Enough, enough," answered the woman: "we all do things we are sorry
for;--I have done many. But you should have stayed to listen, and I
would have told you all."
"You had plenty of time to tell me before that," answered Lockwood,
who did not like any one to have the last word with him. "But we were
both a bit wrong; you for keeping me, when you had no right, without
any explanation; and I for hitting you upon a sore place, without
sufficient cause: so let us forget and forgive."
"So be it!" answered Sally Stanly. "You have no trust or faith; but
that is your nature."
"How the devil should I have trust or faith in a set of gipsey
ragamuffins, who take me by the throat, and make a prisoner of me,
without why or wherefore?" exclaimed Lockwood. "I am a plain man, and
will listen to reason, when it is given me; but I don't like force;
and will resist it to my dying day, my lass: so don't meddle with me
any more; or if you do, tell me why."
"Do not let us lose time in recurring to the past," said Chandos.
"Your son tells me, Sally, that you wish to speak with me; and to say
truth, I wish much to speak with you: but it must be alone. Tell me
now, what you are about here, if it be not a secret; for, to say
truth, I have some suspicions that I--or rather those I love are
interested therein."
"I am about that, in which you must help," said the woman. "I was sure
you would come; and yet, like a fool, I doubted, and had up our own
people to do the work if you did not arrive. But they are rude hands;
and though we have our own rules, they may be rough with the man. They
will not peach--they will not give him up; but they might break his
bones, or worse. You two shall do it; but you must promise to observe
our laws, and not betray him."
"I really do not clearly comprehend you," said Chandos. "Before I make
any promise, I must know fully what it implies."
"Stay, stay: I will go and talk to the men," said Sally Stanley; and
without waiting for reply, she darted in amongst the trees. She was
absent about ten minutes; and from time to time, Chandos could hear
the murmur of speaking voices. Neither he nor his companions uttered a
word; for they had thoughts in plenty; but they did not listen; and
Lockwood whistled a tune in an under tone, as if to pass the time. He
did not know that he was whistling. At length, Sally Stanley returned,
and standing in the midst of the three, she said, "First and foremost,
you must all promise me that this man shall go free, if he does what
is right, and restores what he has taken wrongfully."
"You speak ever in riddles," replied Chandos. "I know not of whom you
speak."
"Never mind," answered the woman: "it is a rule with us, not to betray
any one to that which you call justice--which no one should know
better than yourself, is always injustice. You must promise, that
whoever and whatever he is, you will not give him up to the vile
instruments of your bad laws. You may use the threat to frighten him;
but you must do no more. I have a certain power over those who are
round me; for I know more than they do; I see further than they do,
far as they can see. But that power has a boundary, and they will
resist. If you do not promise, and keep your promise, you will repent
it."
"I always keep my promise, when it is given," answered Chandos; "but I
tell you fairly, that if this man be, as I suspect, the person who has
so basely defrauded Mr. Tracy, he shall not escape out of England
without restoring the property he has attempted to carry off."
"Then, do your worst," said Sally Stanley, with a laugh; "Go and take
him, if you can! I tell you, Chandos Winslow, that it will require
more skill and power than you possess even to speak with him. One more
such word as you have spoken, and I hold my tongue for ever on the
means of catching him. Do not think that you can deal with me in such
sort. For your sake, and for the sake of the old man who has
befriended my poor boy, I have watched and laboured; but I will not be
made a reproach among the people that are now my people. You must
promise, or I give you no assistance. If I give you no assistance, all
your strength and foolish wisdom are vain. In ten hours from this
moment he will be beyond your reach. The wind is in his ship's sail;
the sea coast is but eight hours distant; and you may fret yourself in
vain, if you lose the present moment for the great object you have
before you."
"Promise, promise!" said Lockwood. "It is better to have the deer less
the umbles, than by refusing the keeper's fee to lose the buck."
"I am quite willing to promise," answered Chandos, "that if he
restores Mr. Tracy's property, I will make no attempt to stay him. I
am not a thief-taker; and though I believe it would be but right to
give him up to justice, and to inquire into many of his acts more
strictly; yet, as I owe all knowledge of his abode to you, my good
woman, I am ready so far to abide by your conditions. But still, I
say, if he do not give up Mr. Tracy's property, I will not let him
go."
"You must bargain with him for that," replied the woman; "he has got
an advantage over a man, who, like all others, has been seeking
advantages over his fellows. There are some advantages within your
law; some beyond it: but, your laws are nothing to us; and he has only
done what many of our own people would do, but in another way. When
cheat robs cheat, it is all fair. This Tracy wanted to gain great
wealth; some one must lose--nay, many must lose--to swell his fortune.
Then comes a bolder rogue, and says, 'What you intended to gain, I
will pocket.' Who can blame the man for being as greedy as his
employer? But all this is foolish babble. If you will promise, you
shall have him in your power in ten minutes; if not, you may follow
your own course."
"Well, I promise," said Chandos, after some consideration, "only to
use the opportunity you give me to make a bargain with him for the
restoration of the shares. Will that satisfy you?"
"Yes," replied the woman; "but there are more things to be thought of.
Come hither apart with me." And leading Chandos a few steps into the
wood, she remained for several minutes in eager conversation with him.
"That is but fair," he said, as they came back; "I will do all that;
but the people must wait for a few days."
"That they will do readily, on your word," replied Sally Stanley; "now
I will send them away. You three stay here a moment; and mind, do
everything very silently."
In about five minutes she returned alone, and made a sign to Chandos
to follow, which he did, with Lockwood and Faber, through a narrow
path amongst the trees, only wide enough to admit the passage of one
person at a time. It wound in and out considerably; but the direct
distance from the spot where they held their conference, to the top of
the bank, under which Chandos had found the old tinker on the
preceding night, could not be more than a hundred yards. I have before
mentioned that the top of the bank was thickly covered with trees and
underwood; but when the party reached the top, Chandos could perceive
that the path they were then following took a turn through the bushes,
and then descended in a sidelong manner to the road below. The
cottage, with all the windows still shut, was clearly to be seen
through the branches; and pointing to it with her hand, Sally Stanley
whispered, "You will have to wait a while. Keep quite still and silent
till you see the door opened; then down like lightning, and in."
"She will shut the door as soon as she sees us," answered Chandos, in
the same tone.
"I will provide for that," replied the woman; and after cautioning
Lockwood and Faber to be still, she left them on their watch.
For nearly half-an-hour they remained without seeing any movement of
human life upon the road or in the cottage; and Faber asked Chandos,
in a nervous whisper, if what they were about was legal. The only
reply was an injunction to silence; and the moment after the two upper
windows of the cottage were opened, and then the two lower ones. The
maid next put her head out, and looked round on every side, then drew
it in again, and pulled down the sash. Two or three minutes after a
boy was seen coming along the road, dressed in a blue smock-frock and
leathern leggings, with a white jug full of milk in his hand. For some
moments, so complete was the disguise, that Chandos himself did not
recognise Tim Stanley; but the boy at length gave a glance up towards
the top of the bank, and then approached the little gate of the
cottage garden. He tried it with his hand, apparently to see if it was
open, then put his shoulder to it and pushed it in. The instant he had
done so the door of the house was thrown violently open, and the
woman, rushing out, began to abuse him for breaking the gate, at the
same time snatching the jug of milk out of his hand. Chandos sprang
forward and darted down the bank, followed by Lockwood. Their sudden
apparition instantly changed the tactics of the woman, who ran towards
the house and endeavoured to shut the door; but little Tim was before
her, and setting his back stoutly against it, he resisted all her
efforts. Another force, however, seemed to be suddenly applied from
within; for the door was pushed forward, catching the boy between it
and the wall; and as he resolutely maintained his place, he was in
danger of being seriously injured, when Chandos came up, and by his
superior strength drove it open.
"Run, run!" cried the woman servant; and as the young gentleman forced
his way into the passage; a man's figure disappeared at the other end.
Pushing the woman aside, he pursued without pause, and found a door
leading out at once to the top of the high and precipitous bank, at
the edge of which the house was situated; and a rapid glance down
showed him a stout figure running along a narrow, ledge-like path on
the face of the cliff. Chandos took a few hurried steps down, fearing
that amongst the trees at the bottom he might still lose the object of
his pursuit; but no sooner did the fugitive reach the comparatively
level ground below, than a tall man, starting out from the bushes,
caught him by the collar, and threw him rudely back upon the ground.
"Here he is. Come and take him," cried the man, beckoning to Chandos;
and in another minute the young gentleman had his hand upon the
shoulder of Mr. Scriptolemus Bond. Lockwood was also by his side; and
between them, they raised the worthy gentleman from the ground, and
made him walk up the bank again. There is, certainly, something very
ludicrous in fear; and the expression of the rogue's countenance, as
he silently rolled his sharp black eyes from the face of Chandos to
that of Lockwood, had well nigh made the young gentleman laugh,
notwithstanding all the grave thoughts that were in his bosom.
"Walk in there, Sir," said Chandos, when they reached the door of the
little parlour; and then, turning to the maid who stood crying beside
Faber and little Tim, in the passage, he added, "If you have hurt the
boy by your brutality, my good woman, you shall not go without
punishment."
"Oh I am not hurt!" cried Tim; "she's not so bad as a bull."
"Now," said Chandos, entering the parlour, of which Lockwood already
had possession, "I think I have at length the pleasure of seeing Mr.
Scriptolemus Bond, alias Wilson, &c.; and I have to inform him that he
must immediately produce all the scrip, bonds, and papers of all kinds
belonging to Mr. Arthur Tracy."
"Who are you, Sir?" exclaimed Mr. Scriptolemus Bond, recovering
himself a little. "What authority have you to force your way into my
house? Where is your warrant or your staff? Do you suppose that
without authority I--"
"You ask for authority, do you, Sir," said Chandos. "By so doing you
will force me to seek it, and convey yourself to prison and to
Van-Diemen's-Land. I was willing to spare you, if you thought fit to
make restitution of that which you have wrongly taken from Mr. Tracy;
but let me tell you that you have no choice but to do so instantly,
and without hesitation, or go before a magistrate on a charge of
robbery."
"Stay, stay," said Mr. Scriptolemus Bond; "let us talk about the
matter quietly. Perhaps we can arrange it.--Betty, Betty, give me a
glass of brandy."
"Not a drop," said Chandos, sternly: "the matter needs no arrangement.
You have heard what I demand, and what are my intentions, and you have
but to answer 'Yes,' or 'No,' to this plain question--Will you deliver
up the papers?"
"But you are so hasty, so hasty," cried Mr. Bond. "For Heaven's sake,
shut the door, and let us speak two words. First of all, I must know
who you are, Sir; for one does not trust papers of consequence to a
stranger. I have been very ill, Sir; or I should have seen Mr. Tracy
before, and given the papers to himself. Very ill, indeed, I have
been, with a nasty affection of the throat."
"You are likely to be troubled with a still nastier one," said
Lockwood, drily.
"Mr. Bond," replied Chandos, "none of these evasions will serve your
turn in the least. My name is Winslow, a friend of General Tracy and
his brother. The fact of your having absconded is well known to
everyone: officers are in pursuit of you; you have been publicly
advertised in the newspapers; and I have nothing to do but to take you
before a magistrate, in order to send you to jail. Once more, then, I
ask you, Will you deliver the papers?"
"I don't see what good it would do me," said Mr. Scriptolemus Bond; "I
must see my way clearly, Sir. Pray, are you one of the Winslows of
Elmsly?"
Chandos was provoked by the rapid return of his cool impudence; and he
replied, "You shall see your way clearly, but it shall be to prison."
At the same time he laid his hand upon the worthy gentleman's collar
again, and turning to Lockwood, added, "You can pinion him with my
handkerchief, Lockwood. Then I and Faber can take him over to
S----, while you remain here to see that nothing is abstracted till a
proper search can be made."
"There, there, you are so very hasty," said the culprit; "now do be a
little reasonable. Can you expect me to give up such sums without some
small consideration for my pains."
"The consideration which you will get," answered Chandos, "is an
escape from punishment."
"I must have something more than that," said Mr. Bond. "And now, Sir,
I will tell you in one word how we stand; for you seem to think you
can have it all your own way; but you cannot. You have got the whip
hand of me in one way, and I have got the whip hand of Mr. Tracy in
another. It is very lucky for him that you are not an officer, as I
thought at first; for if you had been, not one shred of all his shares
would he ever have seen in his life. You think it is in this house, or
perhaps in my pocket; but you may search the premises and the pockets
too, and if you find a single share you may eat me. Now, Mr. Winslow,
I tell you there is nobody knows where the whole amount is but myself,
and there it shall lie till it rots, unless I have ten thousand pounds
for giving it up. That is my last word upon the subject."
"Then perhaps you will have the goodness to walk with me," said
Chandos; "only just a little way, till we can get a post-chaise to
carry you before a magistrate; for ten thousand pounds you certainly
will not have, or anything the least like it. If it had been a fifty
pound note you demanded, just to help you into some foreign country, I
might have given it to you on receiving the shares."
"But what am I to do when I get to a foreign country?" said Mr. Bond,
coolly. "You forget, my dear Sir, that a man must live. And if I am
not to live comfortably, I might as well go to Van-Diemen's-Land, and
let Mr. Tracy do without his shares."
"You had better give him something, Mr. Winslow," said Faber; "the
poor devil must have something to start with."
"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Faber," said Mr. Bond; "that is the right
view of the case. I wonder if you are any relation of Faber, my old
college chum--a wonderfully clever fellow he was."
Chandos could have knocked him down; but the negotiation was renewed
by Faber and Lockwood; and, after a great deal of haggling and
resistance, the rogue's demand was reduced to the sum of fifty pounds
in hand, and a draft for five hundred pounds at seven days' date, to
be drawn by him and accepted by Chandos on the spot. He moreover
exacted from the young gentleman, acting as agent for Mr. Tracy, a
receipt in full of all demands; and when these points were conceded,
he drew the draft and the receipt with his own hand, and even made an
effort to get them both signed by Chandos, before he produced the
papers.
Chandos, however, declined; and Lockwood laughed aloud, not without
being joined in his merriment by Mr. Bond himself; for there is a
point of roguery where all shame dies, and a man becomes vain of his
very impudence.
"Well now, gentlemen," he said, at length, "just have the kindness to
lock the door, that we may not be interrupted, and then we will see
what can be done."
There was a rosewood table in the middle of the room, with a drawer in
it; and, to the surprise of Chandos, it was to that drawer that the
knave applied a key which he drew from his breeches-pocket.
"Why, I thought you told me I might search the house for these papers
in vain," said Chandos, indignant at having been cheated.
"So you might," answered Mr. Bond, coolly, and drew open the drawer,
which presented nothing but a void.
The next instant, however, Mr. Bond pressed his thumbs tight on the
two sides of the drawer, and with a sudden click the bottom started
up. Removing the thin piece of wood thus displaced, the worthy
gentleman exhibited to the eyes of the bystanders some fifteen or
twenty bundles of papers, neatly tied up and ticketed.
"Now Sir," he said, "you have got my secret, be so good as to accept
the draft and sign the receipt." He turned towards Chandos as he
spoke; but that gentleman had suddenly seated himself at the other
side of the table, and was leaning his head upon his hand, lost in
thought. The words of Mr. Bond roused him, however, and he replied,
"Not till I am sure, Sir, that all the shares are there. Give them to
Mr. Faber, he will count them, and I will compare the number with the
printed list which I have in my pocket-book."
This was accordingly done, much to Mr. Bond's mortification; for there
is much reason to believe that it was his intention to lay claim to
some part of the spoil, in order to drive a second bargain at an after
period. But Chandos's precaution, in having cut out of a newspaper a
full description of the shares purloined, frustrated this last
attempt, and all were restored. There still remained in the drawer
three bundles, similar to those which were given up, belonging
probably to some other unfortunate clients of the worthy Scriptolemus
Bond; but with these of course Chandos had no power to meddle, and he
accordingly signed the papers which had been drawn up.
"Now," cried Mr. Bond, snapping his fingers as soon as he had received
them, "I am a free man. This paper is as good as a passport; and
to-morrow morning I shall be safe in France."
"I should think, Mr. Bond," said Chandos, with a somewhat contemptuous
smile, "that there are things in that drawer which will yet take the
wind out of your sail."
"A very pretty figure, but not applicable," replied Mr. Bond. "All the
other gentlemen have trusted to Mr. Tracy's catching me, and so his
passport is, as the French say, _valable_ for the present."
"I shall take care, at all events," said Chandos, "to make this matter
generally known when I reach London."
"Now that is not fair, that is not fair," said Mr. Bond. "But I will
be beforehand with you; and, as I think our business is concluded, I
will go and pack up my trunk. Good morning, Mr. Winslow; good morning,
gentlemen all."
Chandos did not deign to make any reply; but, taking the papers from
Faber, walked out of the house.
The little boy, Tim, was found in the garden, near the gate, which he
had burst open; for the proximity of Mr. Bond's strapping maidservant
did not seem pleasant to him.
"Have you got it? have you got it?" cried the boy. And when Chandos,
patting him on the head, answered in the affirmative, he clapped his
little hands with joy, exclaiming, "I will run and tell my mother; she
will be so glad!"
"I will go with you, Tim," said Chandos; "for she must take you home
to Northferry. All my plans are altered by this morning's work,
Lockwood; and I must speed up to London without delay. I will be down,
however, to-morrow or the day after, for a new light has broken upon
me in an instant, which I think may lead to great results. I wish to
Heaven I could see the memorandum which poor Roberts found."
"I can show it you, Sir," said Faber; "for by his direction I took a
copy of it, and have got it in my pocket-book."
It was produced in a moment, and, still standing in the open space
before the cottage, Chandos read it attentively.
"Were these initials at the end copied accurately?" he said, turning
to Faber, and pointing to some capital letters written under his
father's name.
"Yes, Mr. Winslow," answered Faber; "as far as I could make them out,
they stood just so, in two lines. No. 2, I.S. B.E. No. 3, P.D.".
"Then there is still a chance," said Chandos. "But come, I will away
to London, and take advice upon these points also."
His companions could not at all make out what he meant; but the new
light which he said he had got, greatly accelerated all Chandos's
movements. With a quick step he led the way to the copse where he had
left the gipsey woman; and having given little Tim into her charge, he
explained to her all that had occurred; but in terms so brief that
none but one of her rapid intelligence could have comprehended what he
meant. Then promising to see her again soon, he hurried away towards
the high-road to London, accompanied as before by Faber and Lockwood.
As they approached the little inn where Chandos had stopped on the
preceding day, but before they could see the road, the sound of
rolling wheels was heard; and with an impatient exclamation he said,
"There is the coach gone!"
But he was mistaken, for it still wanted a quarter of an hour of the
time at which the stage appeared. Faber would fain have gone with him
to London; but Chandos begged him to go over to Northferry, and wait
for him, saying, "Sir William will not come there, you may be very
sure."
In a few minutes after, the coach rolled up, the portmanteau was put
in the boot, Chandos sprang upon the top, and after a short delay,
away the vehicle rolled towards the great city.
"He's in a vast hurry," said Lockwood; "what can have struck him?"
"I don't know, I am sure," replied Faber; and they turned away.