up with a great dignity, and waved the bailiffs back, his white face set, an unpleasant glimmer in his eyes. "A moment!" he cried. "You have no authority to go to such
extremes. I make no objection to being searched; but every objection to being soiled, and I'll not have the fingers of these scavengers about my person."
"And you are right, egad!" cried Lord Ostermore, advancing. "Harkee, you dirty spy, this is no way to deal with gentlemen. Be off, now, and take your carrion-crows with you, or I'll have my
grooms in with their whips to you."
"To me?" roared Green. "I represent the Secretary of State."
"Ye'll represent a side of raw venison if you tarry here," the earl promised him. "D'ye dare look me in the eye? D'ye dare, ye rogue? D'ye know who I am? And don't wag that pistol, my fine
fellow! Be off, now! Away with you!"
Mr. Green looked his name. The rosiness was all departed from his cheeks; he quivered with suppressed wrath. "If I go—giving way to constraint—what shall you say to my Lord
Carteret?" he asked.
"What concern may that be of yours, sirrah?''
"It will be some concern of yours, my lord."
Mr. Caryll interposed. "The knave is right," said he. "It were to implicate your lordship. It were to give color to his silly suspicions. Let him make his search. But be so good as to summon my
valet. He shall hand you my garments that you may do your will upon them. But unless you justify yourself by finding the letter you are seeking, you shall have to reckon with the consequences of
discomposing a gentleman for nothing. Now, sir! Is it a bargain?"
Mr. Green looked him over, and if he was shaken by the calm assurance of Mr. Caryll's tone and manner, he concealed it very effectively. "We'll make no bargains," said he. "I have my duty to
do." He signed to one of the bailiffs. "Fetch the gentleman's servant," said he.
"So be it," said Mr. Caryll. "But you take too much upon yourself, sir. Your duty, I think, would have been to arrest me and carry me to Lord Carteret's, there to be searched if his lordship
considered it necessary."
"I have no cause to arrest you until I find it," Mr. Green snapped impatiently.
"Your logic is faultless."
"I am following my Lord Carteret's orders to the letter. I am to effect no arrest until I have positive evidence."
"Yet you are detaining me. What does this amount to but an arrest?"
Mr. Green disdained to answer. Leduc entered, and Mr. Caryll turned to Lord Ostermore.
"There is no reason why I should detain your lordship," said he, "and these operations——The lady——" He waved an expressive hand, bent an expressive eye upon the earl.
Lord Ostermore seemed to waver. He was not—he had never been—a man to think for others. But Hortensia cut in before he could reply.
"We will wait," she said. "Since you are travelling to town, I am sure his lordship will be glad of your company, sir."
Mr. Caryll looked deep into those great brown eyes, and bowed his thanks. "If it will not discompose your lordship——"
"No, no," said Ostermore, gruff of voice and manner. "We will wait. I shall be honored, sir, if you will journey with us afterwards."
Mr. Caryll bowed again, and went to hold the door for them, Mr. Green's eyes keenly alert for an attempt at evasion. But there was none. When his lordship and his ward had departed, Mr. Caryll
turned to Rotherby, who had taken a chair, his man Gaskell behind him. He looked from the viscount to Mr. Green.
"Do we require this gentleman?" he asked the spy.
A smile broke over Rotherby's swart face. "By your leave, sir, I'll remain to see fair play. You may find me useful, Mr. Green. I have no cause to wish this marplot well," he explained.
Mr. Caryll turned his back upon him, took off his coat and waistcoat. He sat down while Mr. Green spread the garments upon the table, emptied out the pockets, turned down the cuffs, ripped up
the satin linings. He did it in a consummate fashion, very thoroughly. Yet, though he parted the
extremes. I make no objection to being searched; but every objection to being soiled, and I'll not have the fingers of these scavengers about my person."
"And you are right, egad!" cried Lord Ostermore, advancing. "Harkee, you dirty spy, this is no way to deal with gentlemen. Be off, now, and take your carrion-crows with you, or I'll have my
grooms in with their whips to you."
"To me?" roared Green. "I represent the Secretary of State."
"Ye'll represent a side of raw venison if you tarry here," the earl promised him. "D'ye dare look me in the eye? D'ye dare, ye rogue? D'ye know who I am? And don't wag that pistol, my fine
fellow! Be off, now! Away with you!"
Mr. Green looked his name. The rosiness was all departed from his cheeks; he quivered with suppressed wrath. "If I go—giving way to constraint—what shall you say to my Lord
Carteret?" he asked.
"What concern may that be of yours, sirrah?''
"It will be some concern of yours, my lord."
Mr. Caryll interposed. "The knave is right," said he. "It were to implicate your lordship. It were to give color to his silly suspicions. Let him make his search. But be so good as to summon my
valet. He shall hand you my garments that you may do your will upon them. But unless you justify yourself by finding the letter you are seeking, you shall have to reckon with the consequences of
discomposing a gentleman for nothing. Now, sir! Is it a bargain?"
Mr. Green looked him over, and if he was shaken by the calm assurance of Mr. Caryll's tone and manner, he concealed it very effectively. "We'll make no bargains," said he. "I have my duty to
do." He signed to one of the bailiffs. "Fetch the gentleman's servant," said he.
"So be it," said Mr. Caryll. "But you take too much upon yourself, sir. Your duty, I think, would have been to arrest me and carry me to Lord Carteret's, there to be searched if his lordship
considered it necessary."
"I have no cause to arrest you until I find it," Mr. Green snapped impatiently.
"Your logic is faultless."
"I am following my Lord Carteret's orders to the letter. I am to effect no arrest until I have positive evidence."
"Yet you are detaining me. What does this amount to but an arrest?"
Mr. Green disdained to answer. Leduc entered, and Mr. Caryll turned to Lord Ostermore.
"There is no reason why I should detain your lordship," said he, "and these operations——The lady——" He waved an expressive hand, bent an expressive eye upon the earl.
Lord Ostermore seemed to waver. He was not—he had never been—a man to think for others. But Hortensia cut in before he could reply.
"We will wait," she said. "Since you are travelling to town, I am sure his lordship will be glad of your company, sir."
Mr. Caryll looked deep into those great brown eyes, and bowed his thanks. "If it will not discompose your lordship——"
"No, no," said Ostermore, gruff of voice and manner. "We will wait. I shall be honored, sir, if you will journey with us afterwards."
Mr. Caryll bowed again, and went to hold the door for them, Mr. Green's eyes keenly alert for an attempt at evasion. But there was none. When his lordship and his ward had departed, Mr. Caryll
turned to Rotherby, who had taken a chair, his man Gaskell behind him. He looked from the viscount to Mr. Green.
"Do we require this gentleman?" he asked the spy.
A smile broke over Rotherby's swart face. "By your leave, sir, I'll remain to see fair play. You may find me useful, Mr. Green. I have no cause to wish this marplot well," he explained.
Mr. Caryll turned his back upon him, took off his coat and waistcoat. He sat down while Mr. Green spread the garments upon the table, emptied out the pockets, turned down the cuffs, ripped up
the satin linings. He did it in a consummate fashion, very thoroughly. Yet, though he parted the
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