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They would be here soon, he knew; he wondered they had not come already.
Leaving his papers there, he went out, taking the key with him, and locking the door after him. He called up one of his men, telling him he would be ready for supper immediately in the parlour downstairs, and that any visitors who came for him were to be admitted at once.
Then he pa.s.sed into his bedroom to wash and change his clothes.
Half an hour later he came upstairs again.
He had supped alone, listening and watching the window as he ate; but no sign had come of any arrival. He had dressed with particular care, intending to be found at his ease when the searchers did arrive; there must be no sign of panic or anxiety. He had told his man as he rose from table, to say to any that came for him that they were expected, and to bring them immediately upstairs.
He unlocked the door of his private room, and went in. All was as he had left it; the floor between the window and table was white with ordered heaps of papers; the bundle on the table itself glimmered where he had laid it.
The fire had sunk to a spark. He tenderly lifted off the ma.s.ses of black sheets that crackled as he touched them; it had not occurred to him before that these evidences of even a harmless destruction had better be removed; and he slid them carefully on to a broad sheet of paper, folded it, shaking the ashes together as he did so, and stood a moment, wondering where he should hide it.
The room was growing dark now; he put the package down; went to the fire and blew it up a little, added some wood, and presently the flames were dancing on the broad hearth.
As he stood up again he heard the knocker rap on his street-door. For a moment he had an instinct to run to the window and see who was there; but he put it aside; there was scarcely time to hide the ashes; and it was best too to give no hint of anxiety. He lifted the package of burnt papers once more, and stood hesitating; a press would be worse than useless as a hiding-place; all such would of course be searched. Then a thought struck him; he stood up noiselessly on his chair. The Holbein portrait of Cromwell in his furred gown and chain leaned forward from the tapestry over the mantelpiece. Ralph set one hand against the wall at the side; and then tenderly let the package fall behind the portrait.
As he did so the painted and living eyes were on a level; it seemed strange to him that the faces were so near together at that moment; and it struck him with a grim irony that the master should be so protecting the servant under these circ.u.mstances.
Then he dropped lightly to the ground, and sat quickly in the chair, s.n.a.t.c.hing up the bundle of papers from the table as he did so.
The steps were on the landing now; he heard the crack of the bal.u.s.trade; but it seemed they were coming very quietly.
There was a moment's silence; the muscles of his throat contracted sharply, then there came the servant's tap; the handle was turned.
Ralph stood up quickly, still holding the papers, as the door opened, and Beatrice stepped forward into the room. The door shut noiselessly behind her.
She stood there, with the firelight playing on her dark loose-sleeved mantle, the hood that surrounded her head, her pale face a little flushed, and her black steady eyes. Her breath came quickly between her parted lips.
Ralph stared at her, dazed by the shock, still gripping the bundle of papers. She moved forward a step; and the spell snapped.
"Mistress Beatrice," he said.
"I have come," she said; "what is it? You want me?"
She came round the table, with an air of eager expectancy.
"I--I did not know," said Ralph.
"But you wanted me. What is the matter? I heard you call."
Ralph stared again, bewildered.
"Call?" he said.
"Yes, I heard you. I was in my room at my aunt's house--ah! a couple of hours ago. You called me twice. 'Beatrice! Beatrice!' Then--then they told me what had happened about my Lord Ess.e.x."
"I called you?" repeated Ralph.
"Yes--you called me. Your voice was quite close to me, at my ear; I thought you were in the room. Tell me what it is."
She loosened her hold of her mantle as she stood there by the table; and it dropped open, showing a sparkle of jewels at her throat. She threw back her hood, and it dropped on to her shoulders, leaving visible the coiled ma.s.ses of her black hair set with knots of ribbon.
"I did not call," said Ralph dully. "I do not know what you mean, Mistress Atherton."
She made a little impatient gesture.
"Ah! yes," she said, "it is something. Tell me quickly. I suppose it has to do with my Lord. What is it?"
"It is nothing," said Ralph again.
They stood looking at one another in silence. Beatrice's eyes ran a moment up and down his rich dress, the papers in his hands, then wandered to the heaped floor, the table, and returned to the papers in his hands.
"You must tell me," she said. "What is that you are holding?"
An angry terror seized Ralph.
"That is my affair, Mistress Atherton. What is your business with me?"
She came a step nearer, and leant her left hand on his table. He could see those steady eyes on his face; she looked terribly strong and controlled.
"Indeed you must tell me, Mr. Torridon. I am come here to do something.
I do not know what. What are those papers?"
He turned and dropped them on to the chair behind him.
"I tell you again, I do not know what you mean."
"It is useless," she said. "Have they been to you yet? What do you mean to do about my Lord? You know he is in the Tower?"
"I suppose so," said Ralph, "but my counsel is my own."
"Mr. Torridon, let us have an end of this. I know well that you must have many secrets against my lord--"
"I tell you that what I know is nothing. I have not a hundredth part of his papers."
He felt himself desperate and bewildered, like a man being pushed to the edge of a precipice, step by step. But those black eyes held and compelled him on. He scarcely knew what he was saying.
"And are these papers all his? What have you been doing with them?"
"My Lord told me to sort them."
The words were drawn out against his own will.
"And those in your hand--on the chair. What are they?"