Abduction -- Fiction; Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- Restoration, 1660-1688 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
“Less than ever now,” said Holles grimly.
“What’s that?” There was a sudden unmistakable quickening of the Duke’s
glance, almost as if he welcomed the news.
Holles told him without preamble.
“And so your grace perceives,” he ended, “that I am now not only in
danger of starving, but of hanging.”
His grace had not moved throughout the rendering of that account. Now
at last he stirred. He turned from his visitor, and sauntered slowly
away in thought.
“But what an imprudence,” he said at last, “for a man in your
position to have had relations, however slight, with these wretched
fifth-monarchy dogs! It is to put a halter about your neck.”
“Yet there was no wrong in those relations. Tucker was an old
brother-in-arms. Your grace has been a soldier and knows what that
means. It is true that he tempted me with proposals. I admit it, since
that can no longer hurt him. But those proposals I incontinently
refused.”
His grace smiled a little. “Do you imagine that the Justices will
believe you when you come to tell them that?”
“Seeing that my name is Randal Holles, and that a vindictive government
would be glad of any pretext to stretch the neck of my father’s son, I
do not. That is why I describe my state as desperate. I am a man moving
in the shadow of the gallows.”
“Sh! Sh!” the Duke reproved him gently. “You must not express yourself
in such terms, Colonel. Your very tone savours of disloyalty. And you
are unreasonable. If you were really loyal, there was a clear duty
which you would not have neglected. When first this proposal was made
to you, whatever your friendship for Tucker, you should have gone
straight to the Justices and laid information of this plot.”
“Your grace advises something that in my own case you would not have
performed. But even had I acted so, how should I have compelled belief?
I knew no details of this plot. I was not in a position to prove
anything. It would have been my bare word against Tucker’s, and my name
alone would have discredited me. My action might have been regarded as
an impudent attempt to earn the favour of the powers in being. It might
even, in some tortuous legal manner, have been construed against me.
Therefore I held my peace.”
“Your assurance is enough for me,” said his grace amiably. “And God
knows I perceive your difficulty, and how you have been brought into
your present danger. Our first care must be to deliver you from this.
You must do at last what should have been done long since. You must go
before the Justices, and frankly state the case as you have stated it
to me.”
“But your grace yourself has just said that they will not believe me.”
His grace paused in his pacing, and smiled a little slyly.
“They will not believe your unsupported word. But if some person of
eminence and authority were to answer for your good faith, they would
hardly dare to doubt; the matter would be at an end, and there would be
no further question of any impeachment.”
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