第85章 CHAPTER XXII THE HUNTERS(2)
"My son," interposed the countess, "is, I am sure, gratified to hear you so commend his conduct."Mr. Templeton bowed to her with a great politeness. "I should be a stone, ma'am, did I not signify my - ah - appreciation of it.""There is a little more to follow, sir," put in Mr. Caryll, in that quiet manner of his. "I think you will find it blunt the edge of his lordship's lofty loyalty - cause it to savor less like the patriotism of Rome, and more like that of Israel."Mr. Templeton turned upon him a face of cold displeasure. He would have spoken, but that whilst he was seeking words of a becoming gravity, Rotherby forestalled him.
"Sir," he exclaimed, "what I did, I did though my ruin must have followed. I know what this traitor has in mind. He imagines I have a bargain to make. But you must see, sir, that in no sense is it so, for, having already surrendered the facts, it is too late now to attempt to sell them. I am ready to yield up the letters that I have found. No consideration could induce me to do other; and yet, sir, I venture to hope that in return, the government will be pleased to see that Ihave some claim upon my country's recognition for the signal service I am rendering her - and in rendering which I make a holocaust of my father's honor.""Surely, surely, sir," murmured Mr. Templeton, but his countenance told of a lessening enthusiasm in his lordship's Roman patriotism. "Lord Carteret, I am sure, would never permit so much - ah - devotion to his majesty to go unrewarded.""I only ask, sir - and I ask it for the sake of my father's name, which stands in unavoidable danger of being smirched -that no further shame be heaped upon it than that which must result from the horror with which the discovery of this plot will inspire all right-thinking subjects."Mr. Caryll smiled and nodded. He judged in a detached spirit - a mere spectator at a play - and he was forced to admit to himself that it was subtly done of his brother, and showed an astuteness in this thing, at least, of which he had never supposed him capable.
"There is, sir," Rotherby proceeded, "the matter of my father's dealings with the South Sea Company. He is no longer alive to defend himself from the accusations - from the impeachment which has been levelled against him by our enemy, the Duke of Wharton. Therefore, it might be possible to make it appear as if his dealings were - ah - not - ah - quite such as should befit an upright gentleman. There is that, and there is this greater matter against him. Between the two, Ishould never again be able to look my fellow-countrymen in the face. Yet this is the more important since the safety of the kingdom is involved; whilst the other is but a personal affair, and trivial by comparison.
"I will beg, sir, that out of consideration for my disclosing this dastardly conspiracy - which I cannot do without disclosing my father's misguided share in it - I will implore, sir, that out of that consideration, Lord Carteret will see fit to dispose that the South Sea Company affair is allowed to be forgotten. It has already been paid for by my father with his life."Mr. Templeton looked at the young man before him with eyes of real commiseration. He was entirely duped, and in his heart he regretted that for a moment he could have doubted Rotherby's integrity of purpose.
"Sir," he said, "I offer you my sympathy - my profoundest sympathy; and you, my lady.
"As for this South Sea Company affair, well - I am empowered by Lord Carteret to treat only of the other matter, and to issue or not a warrant for the apprehension of the person you are detaining, after I have investigated the grounds upon which his arrest is urged. Nevertheless, sir, I think I can say - indeed, I think I can promise - that in consideration of your readiness to deliver up these letters, and provided their nature is as serious as you represent, and also in consideration of this, your most signal proof of loyalty, Lord Carteret will not wish to increase the load which already you have to bear.""Oh, sir!" cried Rotherby in the deepest emotion, "I have no words in which to express my thanks.""Nor I," put in Mr. Caryll, "words in which to express my admiration. A most excellent performance, Rotherby. I had not credited you with so much ability."Mr. Templeton frowned upon him again. "Ye betray a singular callousness, sir," said he.
"Nay, sir; not callousness. Merely the ease that springs from a tranquil conscience."Her ladyship glanced across at him, and sneered audibly. "You hear the poisonous traitor, sir. He glories in a tranquil conscience, in spite of this murderous matter to which he stood committed."Rotherby turned aside to take the letters from the desk. He thrust them into Mr. Templeton's hands. "Here, sir, is a letter from King James to my father, and here is a letter from my father to King James. From their contents, you will gather how far advanced are matters, what devilries are being hatched here in his majesty's dominions."Mr. Templeton received them, and crossed to the window that he might examine them. His countenance lengthened. Rotherby took his stand beside his mother's chair, both observing Mr. Caryll, who, in his turn, was observing Mr. Templeton, a faint smile playing round the corners of his mouth. Once they saw him stoop and whisper something in Hortensia's ear, and they caught the upward glance of her eyes, half fear, half question.
Mr. Green, by the door, stood turning his hat in his hands, furtively watching everybody, whilst drawing no attention to himself - a matter in which much practice had made him perfect.
At last Templeton turned, folding the letters. "This is very grave, my lord," said he, "and my Lord Carteret will no doubt desire to express in person his gratitude and his deep sense of the service you have done him. I think you may confidently expect to find him as generous as you hope."He pocketed the letters, and raised a hand to point at Mr. Caryll. "This man?" he inquired laconically.