A Gentleman-at-Arms: Being Passages in the Life of Sir Christopher Rudd, KnightStrang, Herbert
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A Gentleman-at-Arms: Being Passages in the Life of Sir Christopher Rudd, Knight
Strang, Herbert
Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- Elizabeth, 1558-1603 -- Juvenile fiction
I veiled my eyelids, lest my eyes should betray the joy of my discovery,
for this did not rob me wholly of my caution, and I knew that I must
first satisfy myself beyond doubt that the writings were the same. This
could only be achieved by setting the two papers one against the other
for comparison, and I saw not any means of doing this secretly. But
within a little, chance gave me the opportunity I sought. The
councillor that had the paper set it down upon the table, and joined
with the others in talking of the trial to which Jan Verhoeff was to be
brought on the morrow. While they were thus engaged I laid my hand upon
the paper, and possessed myself of it; then, affecting a perfect
indifference to the matter of their discourse, I rose from my place and
went to the window, and there, turning my back upon the company, I drew
from my pocket the paper John Temple had given me, and set it side by
side with the other for just so long as sufficed me to compare them, and
prove the writings to be in the selfsame hand. Which done, I took a
turn about the chamber, and coming in due time to my place I laid the
second paper where it had been before, and soon after departed.
I saw myself now deeply engaged in a matter after my own heart. "’Tis
Time’s glory," saith Will Shakespeare, "to unmask falsehood and bring
truth to light"; and here was I a fellow-worker with Time. I considered
within myself what course I should take. I might at once make
disclosure of my discovery; but Volmar was so slippery a fellow that I
might easily trip unless I had some further evidence of his villainy to
lay before the council. Without doubt he would have ready some
plausible explanation, the which might recoil upon me, being a stranger
and one not held in high esteem. I resolved therefore to bide my time
and say nought until I had my evidence all compact—unless indeed Jan
Verhoeff were in extremity of peril.
The young man was brought to trial at the time appointed. I was not
present in court, deeming it best to hold aloof until I could employ my
apparatus to good effect. The only testimony that I myself might have
given, touching the charge made against Verhoeff, was that I had seen
him steal to the walls by night with Volmar at his heels, and this could
not have turned to his favour. The evidence against him was so slight
and thin-spun, that in time of peace, and before a just tribunal, it
would not have been held sufficient to hang a dog; but his present
judges being the magistrates of the city, with the Burgomaster as
president, and all men’s minds being sore troubled about the city’s
welfare, the verdict was given against him, and he was sentenced to be
hanged on the tenth day thereafter.
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