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Boxtel presented himself before Gryphus with a double supply of Genievre, that is to say, with a bottle in each pocket. Gryphus being once fuddled, Boxtel was very nearly master of the house. At eleven o'clock Gryphus was dead drunk. At two in the morning Boxtel saw Rosa leaving the chamber; but evidently she held in her arms something which she carried with great care.
In pronouncing these words, the Prince, to judge of the effect they produced, surveyed with his eagle eye the three extremities of the triangle. He saw Boxtel rushing forward. He saw Cornelius make an involuntary movement; and lastly he saw the officer who was taking care of Rosa lead, or rather push her forward towards him.
The healthy pastime of tulip growing became, under these conditions, a morbid and evil occupation for Boxtel, while Van Baerle, on the other hand, totally unaware of the enmity brewing, threw himself into the business with the keenest zest, taking for his motto the old aphorism, "To despise flowers is to insult God."
For this end, a meeting ostensibly for social purposes and "good cheer" was held, in the middle of March, at Breda, and afterwards adjourned to Hoogstraaten. To these conferences Orange invited Egmont, Horn, Hoogstraaten, Berghen, Meghen, Montigny, and other great nobles. Brederode, Tholouse, Boxtel, and other members of the league, were also present.
"The third, where is it?" "I have it at home," said Boxtel, quite confused. "At home? Where? At Loewestein, or at Dort?" "At Dort," said Boxtel. "You lie!" cried Rosa. "Monseigneur," she continued, whilst turning round to the Prince, "I will tell you the true story of these three bulbs.
"Oh," muttered, or rather growled Boxtel, closing his eyes from the dreadful picture which presented itself to his imagination. "Why, to be sure," said the servant to himself, whilst leaving the room, "Mynheer Isaac Boxtel must be very sick not to have jumped from his bed on hearing such good news." And, in reality, Isaac Boxtel was very sick, like a man who has murdered another.
If theft there has been, I swear to you, Sir, no one else but this man has committed it." "Prove it," Boxtel coolly remarked. "I shall prove it. With God's help I shall." Then, turning towards Boxtel, she asked, "The tulip is yours?" "It is." "How many bulbs were there of it?"
"I say that this damsel lies, your Highness." "You deny, therefore, having ever been at Loewestein?" Boxtel hesitated; the fixed and searching glance of the proud eye of the Prince prevented him from lying. "I cannot deny having been at Loewestein, your Highness, but I deny having stolen the tulip." "You have stolen it, and that from my room," cried Rosa, with indignation. "I deny it."
Rosa watched the flower-pot with an interest which betrayed to Boxtel the real value of the object enclosed in it. This object could not be anything else but the second bulb, that is to say, the quintessence of all the hopes of the prisoner. When the nights threatened to be too cold, Rosa took in the flower-pot.
Thus to the very first proposals which Boxtel made to Gryphus to filch the bulbs which Cornelius van Baerle must be supposed to conceal, if not in his breast, at least in some corner of his cell, the surly jailer had only answered by kicking Mynheer Isaac out, and setting the dog at him. The piece which the mastiff had torn from his hose did not discourage Boxtel.
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