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_ CHAPTER XVII Frederick Coventry, being still unacquainted with the contents of Grace's letter, was now almost desperate. Grace Carden, inaccessible to an unknown workman, would she be inaccessible to a workman whom Mr. Raby, proud as he was, had publicly recognized as his nephew? This was not to be expected. But something was to be expected, viz., that in a few days the door would be closed with scorn in the face of Frederick Coventry, the miserable traitor, who had broken his solemn pledge, and betrayed his benefactor to those who had all but assassinated him. Little would be sure to suspect him, and the prisoner, when he came to be examined, would furnish some clew. A cold perspiration bedewed his very back, when he recollected that the chief constable would be present at Cole's examination, and supply the link, even if there should be one missing. He had serious thoughts of leaving the country at once. Finding himself unobserved, he walked out of the room, and paced up and down the hall. His thoughts now took a practical form. He must bribe the prisoner to hold his tongue. But how? and when? and where? After to-night there might be no opportunity of saying a word to him. While he was debating this in his mind, Knight the butler crossed the hall. Coventry stopped him, and asked where the prisoner was. "Where Squire told us to put him, sir." "No chance of his escaping--I hope?" "Not he, sir. "I should like to take a look at him." Knight demurred. "Well, sir, you see the orders are--but, of course, master won't mind you. I'll speak to him." "No, it is not worth while. I am only anxious the villain should be secure." This of course was a feeler. "Oh, there's no fear of that. Why, he is in the strong room. It's right above yours. If you'll come with me, sir, I'll show you the door." Coventry accompanied him, and Thomas Knight showed him a strong door with two enormous bolts outside, both shot. Coventry felt despair, and affected satisfaction. Then, after a pause, he said, "But is the window equally secure?" "Two iron bars almost as thick as these bolts: and, if it stood open, what could he do but break his neck, and cheat the gallows? He is all right, sir; never you fear. We sarched him from head to foot, and found no eend o' tools in his pockets. He is a deep 'un. But we are Yorkshire too, as the saying is. He goes to Hillsbro' town-hall to-morrow; and glad to be shut on him." Coventry complimented him, and agreed with him that escape was impossible. He then got a light, and went to his own bedroom, and sat down, cold at heart, before the fire. He sat in that state, till two o'clock in the morning, distracting his brain with schemes, that were invented only to be dismissed as idle. At last an idea came to him. He took his fishing-rod, and put the thinner joints together, and laid them on the bed. He then opened his window very cautiously. But as that made some noise, he remained quite quiet for full ten minutes. Then he got upon the window-seat, and passed the fishing rod out. After one or two attempts he struck the window above, with the fine end. Instantly he heard a movement above, and a window cautiously opened. He gave a low "Hem!" "Who's that?" whispered the prisoner, from above. "A man who wants you to escape." "Nay; but I have no tools." "What do you require?" "I think I could do summut with a screw-driver." "I'll send you one up." The next minute a couple of small screw-drivers were passed up--part of the furniture of his gun. Cole worked hard, but silently, for about an hour, and then he whispered down that he should be able to get a bar out. But how high was it from the ground? "About forty feet." Coventry heard the man actually groan at the intelligence. "Let yourself down on my window-sill. I can find you rope enough for that." "What, d'ye take me for a bird, that can light of a gate?" "But the sill is solid stone, and full a foot wide." "Say ye so, lad? Then luck is o' my side. Send up rope." The rope was sent up, and presently was fast to something above and dangled down a little past the window-sill. "Put out a light on sill," whispered the voice above. "I will." Then there was a long silence, during which Coventry's blood ran cold. As nothing further occurred, he whispered, "What is the matter?" "My stomach fails me. Send me up a drop of brandy, will ye? Eh, man, but this is queer work." "I can't get it up to you; you must drink it here. Come, think! It will be five years' penal servitude if you don't." "Is the rope long enough?" "Plenty for that." Then there was another awful silence. By-and-by a man's legs came dangling down, and Cole landed on the sill, still holding tight by the rope. He swung down on the sill, and slid into the room, perspiring and white with fear. Coventry gave him some brandy directly,--Cole's trembling hand sent it flying down his throat, and the two men stared at each ether. "Why, it is a gentleman!" "Yes." "And do you really mean to see me clear?" "Drink a little more brandy, and recover yourself, and then I'll tell you." When the man was fortified and ready for fresh exertions, Coventry told him he must try and slip out of the house at the front door: he would lend him a feather and some oil to apply to the bolts if necessary. When the plan of operation was settled, Coventry asked him how long it would take him to get to Hillsborough. "I can run it in two hours." "Then if I give the alarm in an hour and a half, it won't hurt." "Give me that start and you may send bloodhounds on my heels, they'll never catch me." "Now take off your shoes." While he was taking them off, Cole eyed his unexpected friend very keenly, and took stock of all his features. When he was ready, Coventry opened his door very carefully, and placed a light so as to be of some use to the fugitive. Cole descended the stairs like a cat, and soon found the heavy bolts and drew them; then slipped out into the night, and away, with fleet foot and wondering heart, to Hillsborough. Coventry put out his light and slipped into bed. About four o'clock in the morning the whole house was alarmed with loud cries, followed by two pistol-shots: and all those who ran out of their bedrooms at all promptly, found Coventry in his nightgown and trowsers, with a smoking pistol in his hand, which he said he had discharged at a robber. The account he gave was, that he had been suddenly awakened by hearing his door shut, and found his window open; had slipped on his trowsers, got to his pistols, and run out just in time to see a man opening the great front door: had fired twice at him, and thought he must have hit him the second time. On examining the window the rope was found dangling. Instantly there was a rush to the strong-room. The bird was flown. "Ah!" said Coventry. "I felt there ought to be some one with him, but I didn't like to interfere." George the groom and another were mounted on swift horses, and took the road to Hillsborough. But Cole, with his start of a hundred minutes, was safe in a back slum before they got half way. What puzzled the servants most was how Cole could have unscrewed the bar, and where he could have obtained the cord. And while they were twisting this matter every way in hot discussion, Coventry quaked, for he feared his little gunscrews would be discovered. But no, they were not in the room. It was a great mystery; but Raby said they ought to have searched the man's body as well as his pockets. He locked the cord up, however, and remarked it was a new one, and had probably been bought in Hillsborough. He would try and learn where. At breakfast-time a bullet was found in the door. Coventry apologized. "Your mistake was missing the man, not hitting the door," said Raby. "One comfort, I tickled the fellow with small shot. It shall be slugs next time. All we can do now is to lay the matter before the police. I must go into Hillsborough, I suppose." He went into Hillsborough accordingly, and told the chief constable the whole story, and deposited the piece of cord with him. He found that zealous officer already acquainted with the outline of the business, and on his mettle to discover the authors and agents of the outrage, if possible. And it occurred to his sagacity that there was at this moment a workman in Hillsborough, who must know many secrets of the Trades, and had now nothing to gain by concealing them. _ |
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