“Dear me! as I live, I have dropped it. You heard it fall. My eyes, I fear, won’t serve me, and I’m unable to stoop low enough; but if you will look, you shall have half the find. It is a guinea; I carried it in my glove.”
The street was silent and deserted2. The footman had hardly descended3 to what he termed his “hunkers,” and begun to search the pavement about the spot which the old man indicated, when Mr. Peters, who seemed very much exhausted4, and breathed with difficulty, struck him a violent blow, from above, over the back of the head with a heavy instrument, and then another; and leaving him bleeding and senseless in the gutter5, ran like a lamplighter down a lane to the right, and was gone.
When an hour later, the watchman brought the man in livery home, still stupid and covered with blood, Judge Harbottle cursed his servant roundly, swore he was drunk, threatened him with an indictment6 for taking bribes7 to betray his master, and cheered him with a perspective of the broad street leading from the Old Bailey to Tyburn, the cart’s tail, and the hangman’s lash8.
Notwithstanding this demonstration10, the Judge was pleased. It was a disguised “affidavit man,” or footpad, no doubt, who had been employed to frighten him. The trick had fallen through.
A “court of appeal,” such as the false Hugh Peters had indicated, with assassination11 for its sanction, would be an uncomfortable institution for a “hanging judge” like the Honourable12 Justice Harbottle. That sarcastic13 and ferocious14 administrator15 of the criminal code of England, at that time a rather pharisaical, bloody16 and heinous17 system of justice, had reasons of his own for choosing to try that very Lewis Pyneweck, on whose behalf this audacious trick was devised. Try him he would. No man living should take that morsel18 out of his mouth.
Of Lewis Pyneweck, of course, so far as the outer world could see, he knew nothing. He would try him after his fashion, without fear, favour, or affection.
But did he not remember a certain thin man, dressed in mourning, in whose house, in Shrewsbury, the Judge’s lodgings19 used to be, until a scandal of ill-treating his wife came suddenly to light? A grocer with a demure20 look, a soft step, and a lean face as dark as mahogany, with a nose sharp and long, standing9 ever so little awry21, and a pair of dark steady brown eyes under thinly-traced black brows — a man whose thin lips wore always a faint unpleasant smile.
Had not that scoundrel an account to settle with the Judge? had he not been troublesome lately? and was not his name Lewis Pyneweck, some time grocer in Shrewsbury, and now prisoner in the jail of that town?
The reader may take it, if he pleases, as a sign that Judge Harbottle was a good Christian22, that he suffered nothing ever from remorse23. That was undoubtedly24 true. He had, nevertheless, done this grocer, forger25, what you will, some five or six years before, a grievous wrong; but it was not that, but a possible scandal, and possible complications, that troubled the learned Judge now.
Did he not, as a lawyer, know, that to bring a man from his shop to the dock, the chances must be at least ninety-nine out of a hundred that he is guilty?
A weak man like his learned brother Withershins was not a judge to keep the high-roads safe, and make crime tremble. Old Judge Harbottle was the man to make the evil-disposed quiver, and to refresh the world with showers of wicked blood, and thus save the innocent, to the refrain of the ancient saw he loved to quote:
Foolish pity Ruins a city.
In hanging that fellow he could not be wrong. The eye of a man accustomed to look upon the dock could not fail to read “villain26” written sharp and clear in his plotting face. Of course he would try him, and no one else should.
A saucy27-looking woman, still handsome, in a mob-cap gay with blue ribbons, in a saque of flowered silk, with lace and rings on, much too fine for the Judge’s housekeeper28, which nevertheless she was, peeped into his study next morning, and, seeing the Judge alone, stepped in.
“Here’s another letter from him, come by the post this morning. Can’t you do nothing for him?” she said wheedlingly29, with her arm over his neck, and her delicate finger and thumb fiddling30 with the lobe31 of his purple ear.
“I’ll try,” said Judge Harbottle, not raising his eyes from the paper he was reading.
“I knew you’d do what I asked you,” she said.
The Judge clapt his gouty claw over his heart, and made her an ironical32 bow.
“What,” she asked, “will you do?”
“Hang him,” said the Judge with a chuckle33.
“You don’t mean to; no, you don’t, my little man,” said she, surveying herself in a mirror on the wall.
“I’m d —— d but I think you’re falling in love with your husband at last!” said Judge Harbottle.
“I’m blest but I think you’re growing jealous of him,” replied the lady with a laugh. “But no; he was always a bad one to me; I’ve done with him long ago.”
“And he with you, by George! When he took your fortune, and your spoons, and your ear-rings, he had all he wanted of you. He drove you from his house; and when he discovered you had made yourself comfortable, and found a good situation, he’d have taken your guineas, and your silver, and your ear-rings over again, and then allowed you half-a-dozen years more to make a new harvest for his mill. You don’t wish him good; if you say you do, you lie.”
She laughed a wicked, saucy laugh, and gave the terrible Rhadamanthus a playful tap on the chops.
“He wants me to send him money to fee a counsellor,” she said, while her eyes wandered over the pictures on the wall, and back again to the looking-glass; and certainly she did not look as if his jeopardy34 troubled her very much.
“Confound his impudence35, the scoundrel!” thundered the old Judge, throwing himself back in his chair, as he used to do in furore on the bench, and the lines of his mouth looked brutal36, and his eyes ready to leap from their sockets37. “If you answer his letter from my house to please yourself, you’ll write your next from somebody else’s to please me. You understand, my pretty witch, I’ll not be pestered38. Come, no pouting39; whimpering won’t do. You don’t care a brass40 farthing for the villain, body or soul. You came here but to make a row. You are one of Mother Carey’s chickens; and where you come, the storm is up. Get you gone, baggage! get you gone!” he repeated, with a stamp; for a knock at the hall-door made her instantaneous disappearance41 indispensable.
I need hardly say that the venerable Hugh Peters did not appear again. The Judge never mentioned him. But oddly enough, considering how he laughed to scorn the weak invention which he had blown into dust at the very first puff42, his white-wigged visitor and the conference in the dark front parlour were often in his memory.
His shrewd eye told him that allowing for change of tints43 and such disguises as the playhouse affords every night, the features of this false old man, who had turned out too hard for his tall footman, were identical with those of Lewis Pyneweck.
Judge Harbottle made his registrar44 call upon the crown solicitor45, and tell him that there was a man in town who bore a wonderful resemblance to a prisoner in Shrewsbury jail named Lewis Pyneweck, and to make inquiry46 through the post forthwith whether any one was personating Pyneweck in prison and whether he had thus or otherwise made his escape.
The prisoner was safe, however, and no question as to his identity.
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assassination
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morsel
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villain
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housekeeper
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wheedlingly
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fiddling
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lobe
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ironical
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chuckle
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jeopardy
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brutal
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sockets
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pouting
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disappearance
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puff
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solicitor
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