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"I must see Lord Ostermore!" had been Mr. Caryll's wild cry, as he strode to the door. From the other side of it there came a sound of steps and voices. Some one was turning the handle. Hortensia caught Mr. Caryll by the sleeve. "But the letters!" she cried frantically, and pointed to the incriminating papers which he had left, forgotten, upon the desk.
"That is a knowledge I can afford your lordship," came Stapleton's steady voice to interrupt the speaker. "Mr. Caryll is here by my invitation." "And by mine and Gascoigne's here," added Sir Harry Collis, "and I will answer for his quality to any man who doubts it." Rotherby glared at Mr. Caryll's sponsors, struck dumb by this sudden and unexpected refutation of the charge he had leveled.
Let him go, and let him be thankful and be your ladyship thankful, too, since it seems you must have a kindness for him in spite of all he has done to disgrace and discredit us that he goes not by way of Holborn Hill and Tyburn." She looked at him, very white from suppressed fury. "I do believe you had been glad had it been so." "Nay," he answered, "I had been sorry for Mr. Caryll's sake."
"Piper!" he called low. "Piper!" The old man stirred. "D'you know who I am?" One great forefinger uplifted and fell. "We won through," choked the Parson. "Nelson's safe." The old man's lips parted. "Mr. Caryll's brought a message for you from Nelson," continued the Parson. "Kit!" The boy bent his lips to the ear of the dying sailor. "Piper!" he cried, his pure boy's voice ringing out fearlessly.
The hilt and stump of sword clattered in the fireplace, whither she hurled it. A moment she caught her face in her hands, and a sob shook her almost fiercely. Then she came past his lordship, across the room to Mr. Caryll, Rotherby making no shift to detain her. "Take me away, sir! Take me away," she begged him. Mr. Caryll's gloomy face lightened suddenly.
Leduc had more than once seen Mr. Green about Old Palace Yard, besides a couple of his underlings, one or the other of whom was never absent from the place, no doubt with intent to observe who came and went at Mr. Caryll's. Once, indeed, during the absence of master and servant, Mr.
Caryll's intent to dine, resuming his journey in the cool of the evening, when he hoped to get at least as far as Farnborough ere he slept. Landlady, chamberlain, ostler and a posse of underlings hastened to give welcome to so fine a gentleman, and a private room above-stairs was placed at his disposal. Before ascending, however, Mr.
"I am glad," said she, in a formal, level voice, "that things should have fallen out so as to leave you free to go your ways." "You are glad," he answered, frowning slightly, and leaning farther towards her. "Ay, and why are you glad? Why? You are glad for Mr. Caryll's sake. Do you deny it?" She looked up at him quite calm and fearlessly. "I am glad for your own sake, too."
Caryll's eyes fell, as the doubt now entered his mind for the first time that it might be indeed as Sir Richard was suggesting. He was not quite sure. "Prove it to me, Justin," Everard pleaded. "Prove it by abandoning this weakness where my Lord Ostermore is concerned. Remember only the wrong he has done. You are the incarnation of that wrong, and by your hand must he be destroyed."
Caryll's footsteps died away on the stone quarries of the great hall within. Then she gently drew the heavy door to, and stepped out on to the centre of the terrace.
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