Great Britain -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction; Short stories, English; West Riding of Yorkshire (England) -- Fiction
The cautious merchant had allowed Monjoy the use of the garret at the
top of the winding stairs only on certain conditions, the first of which
became apparent as soon as the two men entered the chamber. In the
middle of the floor lay what seemed to be a broken bench, for it was
without legs at one end, had a couple of strong hooked angle-irons
instead, and lay tilted up on the floor. The garret was dark, without
window, fireplace, cupboard or shelves. Two sets of double crane-doors
only, the one set towards the Fullergate, and the other towards the
crofts and gardens and waste ground at the back of the building, made
the place anything but four bare walls; but on a sheet of iron opposite
the door a hearth of bricks and a small furnace had been built, and from
this proceeded fumes of charcoal for which there was no outlet. Ellah
choked immediately; and Monjoy barred the door.
It was the broken table that was the first of Matthew’s precautions.
Monjoy dragged it to the door and set the angle-hooks over the heavy
bar, making it apparent that he himself could under no circumstances
leave the garret without first clearing away the table and all that
might lie on it. Monjoy lighted a candle; then, binding a handkerchief
over his own mouth and another over Ellah’s, he gave the deaf man to
understand that for a few minutes he must submit to have his eyes
bandaged. Ellah heard him moving about; and when, in a few minutes, the
bandage was removed again, Ellah saw that the bench that secured and was
secured by the door was spread with various appliances, obtained he knew
not whence. No engraver’s sandbag, no water globe and burins, however,
were there. First, there was a delicate balance; then a number of
test-rings of iron and calcined bone; then a pestle and mortar; and
after these, pipkins and crucibles, a bowl of quicksilver, a number of
small leaden cubes like badly-made dice, and other things. Monjoy
emptied his pockets of stones; then he stripped to his shirt and
breeches, and, passing to his hearth, began to revive it with a pair of
bellows. The coughing of the bellows and a red glow began to fill the
chamber, and Ellah, for all the tight, stifling breathing, watched
sharply and eagerly.
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