Doctor Chord took the hint and his departure, running along the passage and stumbling down the stairway like a man demented. When he got down into the courtyard he shook his fist at my window and swore he would have the law of us; but I never saw the little man again, although Paddy and Jem were destined to meet him once more, as I shall tell later on.
The supper being now laid, I fell at it and I dis-remember having ever enjoyed a meal more in my life. I sent Paddy and Jem to their quarters with food and a bottle of good wine to keep them company, and I think they deserved it, for they said the lotion the Doctor had put on the outside of them was stinging, so they thought there should be something in the inside to counteract the inconvenience.
I went to sleep the moment I touched the pillow, and dreamed I was in the most umbrageous lover’s walk that ever was, overhung with green branches through which the sunlight flickered, and closed in with shrubbery. There I chased a flying nymph that always just eluded me, laughing at me over her shoulder and putting her finger to her lips, and at last, when I caught her, it turned out to be Doctor Chord, whereupon I threw him indignantly into the bushes, and then saw to my dismay it was the Countess. She began giving her opinion of me so vigorously that I awoke and found it broad daylight.
CHAPTER XXIX
After a comforting and sustaining breakfast I sent for Paddy and Jem, both of whom came in limping.
“Are you no better this morning?” I asked them.
“Troth, we’re worse,” said Paddy with a most dismal look on his face.
“I’m sorry to hear it,” said I; “but I think the trouble will wear off to-day if you lie snug and quiet in the inn. Here’s this bottle of embrocation, or what is left of it, so you may take it with you and divide it fairly between you, remembering that one good rub deserves another, and that our chief duty on this earth is to help our fellow man; and as there’s nothing like easy employment for making a man forget his tribulations, Jem will rub Paddy, and Paddy will rub Jem, and thus, God blessing you both, you will pass the time to your mutual benefit.”
“Yer honour,” sniffed Jem Bottles, “I like your own prescriptions better than Doctor Chord’s. I have but small faith in the liniment; the bottle of wine you gave us last night — and I wish it had been as double as it made us see — was far better for our trouble than this stuff.”
“I doubt it, Jem,” said I, “for you’re worse this morning than you were last night; so I’ll change the treatment and go back to Doctor Chord’s remedy, for sure the Doctor is a physician held in high esteem by the nobility of London. But you’re welcome to a double mug of beer at my expense, only see that you don’t take too much of that.”
“Yer honour,” said Jem, “it’s only when we’re sober that we fall upon affliction. We had not a drop to drink yesterday morning, and see what happened us.”
“It would have made no differ,” I said, “if you had been as tipsy as the Earl himself is when dinner’s over. Trust in Providence, Jem, and rub hard with the liniment, and you’ll be a new man by the morrow morn.”
With this I took my papers and the letter of introduction, and set out as brave as you please to find the Temple, which I thought would be a sort of a church, but which I found to be a most sober and respectable place very difficult for a stranger to find his way about in. But at last I came to the place where Mr. Josiah Brooks dispensed the law for a consideration to ignorant spalpeens like myself, that was less familiar with the head that had a gray wig on than with cracking heads by help of a good shillelah that didn’t know what a wig was. As it was earlier in the morning than Mr. Brooks’s usual hour I had to sit kicking my heels in a dismal panelled anteroom till the great lawyer came in. He was a smooth-faced serious-looking man, rather elderly, and he passed through the anteroom without so much as casting a look at me, and was followed by a melancholy man in rusty black who had told me to take a chair, holding in his hand the letter Lady Mary had written. After a short time the man came out again, and, treating me with more deference than when he bade me be seated, asked me kindly if I would step this way and Mr. Brooks would see me.
“You are Mr. O’Ruddy, I take it,” he said in a tone which I think he thought was affable.
“I am.”
“Have you brought with you the papers referred to in this letter?”
“I have.”
And with that I slammed them down on the table before him. He untied the bundle and sorted out the different documents, apparently placing them in their right order. After this he adjusted his glasses more to his liking and glanced over the papers rapidly until he came to one that was smaller than the rest, and this he read through twice very carefully. Then he piled them up together at his right hand very neatly, for he seemed to have a habit of old maid’s precision about him. He removed his glasses and looked across the table at me.
“Are you the son of the O’Ruddy here mentioned?”
“I am.”
“His eldest son?”
“His only son.”
“You can prove that, I suppose?”
“Troth, it was never disputed.”
“I mean there would be no difficulty in getting legal and documentary proof.”
“I think not, for my father said after my first fight, that it might be questioned whether I was my mother’s son or no, — there was no doubt that I was his.”
The legal man drew down his brows at this, but made no comment as, in tones that betrayed little interest in the affair, he demanded:
“Why did your father not claim this property during his lifetime?”
“Well, you see, Mr. Brooks, my father was an honest man, and he never pretended the property was his. From what I remember of his conversation on the subject the Earl and him was in a tight place after a battle in France, and it was thought they would both be made prisoners. The Earl had his deeds with him, and if he were caught the enemy would demand a large ransom for him, for these would show him to be a man of property. So he made the estate over to my father, and my father ran the risk of being captured and taken for the Earl of Westport. Now that I have been made happy by the acquaintance of his lordship, I’m thinking that if my father had fallen into the hands of the enemy he might have remained there till this day without the Earl raising a hand to help him. Nobody in England would have disputed the Earl’s ownership of his own place, which I understand has been in his family for hundreds of years, so they might very well have got on without the deeds, as in fact they have done. That’s all I know about it.”
“Then, sir,” said Mr. Brooks, “do you intend to contest the ownership of the property on the strength of these documents?”
“I do,” said I firmly.
“Very well. You must leave them with me for a few days until I get opinion upon them. I may say I have grave doubts of your succeeding in such litigation unless you can prove that your father gave reasonable consideration for the property made over to him.”
“Troth, he’d no consideration to give except his own freedom and the loan of a pair of breeches, and it seems that the Earl never troubled his head whether he gave the first-named or not. He might have given his life for all the thanks his son got from my Lord of Westport.”
“From a rapid glance at these instruments I can see that they may be of great value to his lordship, but I doubt their being of any value at all to you; in fact you might find the tables turned upon you, and be put in the position of a fraudulent claimant or a levier of blackmail.”
“It’s not blackmail I’m going to levy at all,” cried I, “but the whitest of white mail. I have not the slightest intention of going into the courts of law; but, to tell you the plain truth about it, Lady Mary and me are going to get married in spite of all the Earls that ever drank, or all the Countesses that ever scolded. Now this dear girl has a great confidence in you, and she has sent me to you to find what’s best to be done. I want nothing of this property at all. Sure I’ve estates enough of my own in Ireland, and a good castle forby, sa
ve that the roof leaks a little in places; but a bundle of straw will soon set that to rights, only old Patsy is so lazy through not getting his money regular. Now it struck me that if I went boldly to Brede Castle, or whatever it is, and took possession of it, there would first be the finest scrimmage any man ever saw outside of Ireland, and after that his lordship the Earl would say to me, —
“‘O’Ruddy, my boy, my limbs are sore; can’t we crack a bottle instead of our heads over this, and make a compromise?’
“‘Earl of Westport,’ I’ll say to him, ‘a bottle will be but the beginning of it. We’ll sit down at a table and settle this debate in ten minutes if you’re reasonable.’
“He’ll not be reasonable, of course, but you see what I have in my mind.”
“Brede Place,” said the lawyer slowly, “is not exactly a castle, but it’s a very strong house and might be held by a dozen determined men against an army.”
“Then once let me get legally inside, and I’ll hold it till the Earl gets more sense in his head than is there at the present moment.”
“Possession,” said Mr. Brooks, “is nine points of the law.”
“It is with a woman,” said I, thinking of something else.
“It is with an estate,” answered Josiah severely.
“True for you,” I admitted, coming back to the point at issue, for it was curious, in spite of the importance of the interview, how my mind kept wandering away to a locked room in the Earl of Westport’s house, and to a shady path that ran around the edge of his garden.
“I intend to get possession of the Brede estate if I have to crack the crown of every man at present upon it. But I am an Irishman, and therefore a person of peace, and I wish to crack the crowns in accordance with the law of England, so I come to you for directions how it should be done.”
“It is not my place,” said Brooks, looking very sour, “to counsel a man to break either heads or the law. In fact it is altogether illegal to assault another unless you are in danger of your own life.”
“The blessing of all the Saints be upon you,” said I, “yet, ever since I set foot in this land, coming across the boiling seas, entirely to do a kindness to the Earl of Westport, I have gone about in fear of my life.”
“You have surely not been assaulted?” demanded Mr. Brooks, raising his eyebrows in surprise.
“Assaulted, is it? I have been set upon in every manner that is possible for a peace-lover to be interfered with. To tell you the truth, no longer ago than yesterday morning, as quiet and decent a Sunday as ever came down on London, my two innocent servants, garrulous creatures that wouldn’t hurt a fly, were lured into the high walled garden of the Earl of Westport to see the flowers which both of them love, and there they were pounced upon by the whole body-guard of my lord the Earl, while himself and his quiet-mannered Countess were there to urge them on. Doctor Chord, a little snobbish creature, basking in the smiles of their noble countenances, stood by and gave medical advice showing where best to hit the poor innocent unfortunates that had fallen into their hands.”
“Tut, tut!” said Josiah Brooks, his face frowning like a storm-cloud over the hills of Donegal. “If such is indeed the case, an action would lie—”
“Oh, well and as far as that goes, so would Doctor Chord, and all the rest that was there. My poor lads lie now, bruised and sore, in the upper rooms of the stable at the ‘Pig and Turnip.’ They want no more action, I can tell you, nor lying either.”
“You can prove, then,” said the lawyer, “that you have suffered violence from the outset.”
“Indeed and I could.”
“Well, well, we must look into the matter. You recite a most curious accumulation of offences, each of which bears a serious penalty according to the law of England. But there is another matter mentioned in Lady Mary’s letter which is even more grave than any yet alluded to.”
“And what is that?” I asked in surprise.
“She says that she wishes to have advanced to you, upon the security of these papers, five hundred golden guineas.”
“Do you tell me that now?” I cried with delight. “Sure I have always said that Mary was the most sensible girl within the boundaries of this realm.”
“That may all be; but women, you see, know little of money or the methods of obtaining it.”
“You’re right in that,” I admitted. “It’s the other end of the stick they hold; they know a good deal of the way of spending it.”
“You will understand,” went on Mr. Brooks, “that if money is to be raised on the security of these documents, your rights in possessing them must be severely scrutinized, while — you will pardon my saying so — the security of your estates in Ireland might be looked at askance by the money-lenders of London.”
“Oh, don’t let the estates in Ireland trouble you, for the money-lenders of Dublin have already mortgaged them a foot deep. You can raise little on my estates in Ireland but the best turf you ever burned, and that’s raised with a spade.”
“Very well,” said Josiah Brooks, gathering up the papers and tying them together with a bit of red ribbon which he took out of his drawer, ignoring the Irish cord that had held them through all their emergencies. “Very well, I shall seek advice and let you know the result.”
“Seek advice,” I cried. “Sure a man of your attainments doesn’t need to seek advice of any one. Aren’t you learned in the law yourself?”
“I must have counsel’s opinion,” said Josiah solemnly, as if he were speaking of the decisions of Providence.
“Well, you astonish me, Mr. Brooks, for I thought you knew it all, and that’s why I came to you; but perhaps it’s only your own modesty that makes you reluctant to speak of your attainments, though I suppose what you really mean is that you want to take a pipe in your mouth and a glass of good liquor at your elbow and read the papers at your leisure.”
Mr. Josiah Brooks was a solemn man, and he did not appear to relish the picture I so graphically drew of him, when in truth I was thinking only of his own comfort; so I changed the subject with an alertness of mind which perhaps he was incapable of appreciating.
“How far from London is this estate of Brede?” I asked, “and how do you get to it?”
“It is fifty or sixty miles away,” he said, “and lies in the county of Sussex, close to the sea, but not on it. If you wish to visit Brede estate,” he went on, as if I had not been telling him I was going to do that very thing in force, “if you wish to visit Brede estate, the best plan is to go to Rye and there engage a guide who will lead you to it.”
“Rye,” said I in astonishment, wondering where I had heard the name before; then, suddenly remembering, I said:
“Rye is a seaport town, is it not?”
“It is,” agreed Mr. Brooks.
“Rye is the spot,” rejoined I, “where Father Donovan will embark on his pilgrimage to Rome. Sure, and I’m glad to hear that, for the good old man and I will travel there together, and the blessing of Providence will surround me, which I hope will be helpful if the Earl’s cut-throats bar the way, as is more than likely.”
“Very well, Mr. O’Ruddy, as you are doubtless impatient to know the result, you may call upon me to-morrow afternoon at four o’clock, and I may be in a position to give you more information than I can offer at present.”
I took that as a dismissal, and, getting up, shook him warmly by the hand, although his arm was as stiff as a pump handle, and he seemed to take little pleasure in the farewell. And so I left the Temple, that was as lonely as the road between Innishannon and the sea, and trudged out into Fleet Street, which was as lively as Skibbereen Fair. I was so overjoyed to find that my journey lay in the same direction as Father Donovan’s that I tramped on westward till after some trouble I found the priest’s house in which he was stopping, to tell the good father that I would go part of the way to Rome with him. He was indeed delighted to see me, and introduced me to his host, Father Kilnane, nearly as fine a man and as good a priest as Father Donov
an himself.
We had dinner there all together at mid-day, and I invited Father Donovan to come out and see the town with me, which he did. The peaceful father clung to my arm in a kind of terror at what he was witnessing, for he was as innocent of the ways of a big town as if he had been a gossoon from a hedge-school in Ireland. Yet he was mightily interested in all he saw, and asked me many thousand questions that day, and if I did not know the correct answer to them, it made no differ to Father Donovan, for he did not know the answer himself and took any explanation as if it was as true as the gospels he studied and preached.
Daylight was gone before we got back to the house he lodged in, and nothing would do but I must come in and have a bit of supper, although I told him that supper would be waiting for me at the “Pig and Turnip.” It had been agreed between us that we would travel together as far as Rye, and that there I should see him off on his tempestuous voyage to Dunkirk or Calais, as the case might be. The old man was mightily delighted to find that our ways lay together through the south of England. He was pleased to hear that I had determined on my rights through the courts of law, with no more sword-playing and violence, which, to tell the truth, until it reached its height, the old man was always against; although, when a quarrel came to its utmost interesting point, I have seen Father Donovan fidget in his cassock, and his eyes sparkle with the glow of battle, although up till then he had done his best to prevent the conflict.
It was getting late when I neared the “Pig and Turnip,” and there was a good deal of turmoil in the streets. I saw one or two pretty debates, but, remembering my new resolution to abide by law and order, I came safely past them and turned up the less-frequented street that held my inn, when at the corner, under the big lamp, a young man with something of a swagger about him, in spite of the meanness of his dress, came out from the shadow of the wall and looked me hard in the face.
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