Adventure stories; Detective and mystery stories; London (England) -- Fiction
"Here, also, is a small spring gold bracelet which I must ask you to
wear on your right arm above the elbow," he went on. "It serves various
purposes--for one, to remind you that you are a Bruno-ite, and of your
ceaseless duty of high and dignified patriotism. Its catch, also, is,
as you may observe, key shape, and can be used as a key to penetrate the
most secret archives of the Order, should you ever feel suspicious, or
fancy that you have any ground for discontent, or that you are not being
as fairly treated as your fellow-members, for in this Order we are all
equal, and only take personal favours from the Council of Three. Any
day or hour you are free to overhaul our records and to call the
brethren together should you find any ground of complaint. Should you
be away some time from the house and want to know whether the stranger
you meet is a Bruno-ite or not, take the bracelet off your forearm and
put it on your wrist. Then call the man's attention to the inscription
engraved on it: `For God and England.' If he be a Bruno-ite he will
answer immediately: `May we be worthy of both.' If he does not, pass it
off with some jest, and at the right moment return the bracelet to its
original place. Other tests you will find in the institutes. They
consist of phrases to learn and answers to give to them, but all these
must be disclosed with discretion. We in the Order have no fear of you,
your courage, or your zeal. On the contrary, we believe you will be a
shining light of patriotism, and so we receive you with open arms and
say:--"
"Welcome! Ten thousand welcomes!" cried the brethren in one united
voice.
"And now," said the Prior, beckoning to two assistants, who came forward
with the habit, "it only remains for me to garb you as becometh a good
and loyal follower of Bruno Delganni." And in a few moments I found
myself arrayed like my companions in the uniform of a black friar, and
monstrously comfortable, I own, I found it.
Then a bell rang, and we all trooped into the refectory to a banquet.
The place was certainly liberty hall, for, although I was placed in the
seat of honour to the right of the Prior, everybody insisted on talking
to me, and to my intense amazement I found gathered in this Order many
of the most distinguished men I knew in the literary, the artistic, and
the legal life of London.
Over all reigned a spirit of the uttermost joyousness, and not until the
meal was quite over did Jose, the Prior, and I make our way to a study
in a far part of the building and spread out before us those three
fateful manuscripts relating to the sacred treasures and the conflicting
claims of England and the Jesuits.
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO.
THE JESUITS' CIPHER.
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