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"Let me see it now; I will read it at once."
The Secretary left the room, and soon returned with several sheets of note-paper in his hand.
"Not all that, Banks?"
"Yes, sir. It was two hundred and eighty-eight signs,--as long as the Queen's Speech. It seems very important too."
"Read," said Balfour, lighting his cigar.
"To Chief Secretary Balfour, Castle, Dublin.--What are your people about? What new stupidity is this they have just accomplished? Are there law advisers at the Castle, or are the cases for prosecution submitted to the members of the police force? Are you aware, or is it from me you are to learn, that there is now in the Richmond Jail, under accusation of "Celtism," a gentleman of a loyalty the equal of my own? Some blunder, if not some private personal malignity, procured his arrest, which, out of regard for me as an old personal friend, he neither resisted nor disputed, withholding his name to avoid the publicity which could only have damaged the Government. I am too ill to leave my room, or would go over at once to rectify this gross and most painful blunder.
If Pemberton is too fine a gentleman for his office, where was Hacket, or, if not Hacket, Burrowes? Should this case get abroad and reach the Opposition, there will be a storm in the House you will scarcely like to face. Take measures--immediate measures--for his release, by bail or otherwise, remembering, above all, to observe secrecy. I will send you by post to-night the letter in which F. communicates to me the story of his capture and imprisonment. Had the mischance befallen any other than a true gentleman and an old friend, it would have cost us dearly.
Nothing equally painful has occurred to me in my whole official life.
"'Let the case be a warning to you in more ways than one. Your system of private information is degenerating into private persecution, and would at last establish a state of things perfectly intolerable. Beg F. as a great favor to me, to come over and see me here, and repeat that I am too ill to travel, or would not have delayed an hour in going to him.
There are few men, if there be one, who would in such a predicament have postponed all consideration of self to thoughts about his friends and their interest, and in all this we have had better luck than we deserved.
"'Wilmington'"
"Go over it again," said Balfour, as he lit a cigar, and, placing a chair for his legs, gave himself up to a patient rehearing of the despatch. "I wonder who F. can be that he is so anxious about. It _is_ a confounded mess, there's no doubt of it; and if the papers get hold of it, we're done for. Beg Pemberton to come here, and leave us to talk together."
"Read that, Pem," said Balfour, as he smoked on, now and then puffing a whiff of tobacco at his terrier's face,--"read that, and tell me what you say to it."
Though the lawyer made a great effort to seem calm and self-possessed, Balfour could see that the hand that held the paper shook as he read it. As he finished, he laid the doc.u.ment on the table without uttering a word.
"Well?" cried Balfour, interrogatively,--"well?"
"I take it, if all be as his Excellency says, that this is not the first case in which an innocent man has been sent to jail. Such things occur now and then in the model England, and I have never heard that they formed matter to impeach a Ministry."
"You heard of this committal, then?"
"No, not till now."
"Not till now?"
"Not till now. His Excellency, and indeed yourself, Mr. Balfour, seem to fall into the delusion that a Solicitor-General is a detective officer.
Now, he is not,--nor any more is he a police magistrate. This arrest, I suppose,--I know nothing about it, but I suppose,--was made on certain sworn information. The law took its ordinary course; and the man who would neither tell his name nor give the clew to any one who would answer for him went to prison. It is unfortunate, certainly; but they who made this statute forgot to insert a clause that none of the enumerated penalties should apply to any one who knew or had acquaintance with the Viceroy for the time being."
"Yes, as you remark, that was a stupid omission; and now, what 's to be done here?"
"I opine his Excellency gives you ample instructions. You are to repair to the jail, make your apologies to F.--whoever F. may be,--induce him to let himself be bailed, and persuade him to go over and pa.s.s a fortnight at Crew Keep. Pray tell him, however, before he goes, that his being in prison was not in any way owing to the Solicitor-Genera's being a fine gentleman."
"I 'll send for the informations," said Balfour, and rang his bell. "Mr.
Heffernan, sir, by appointment," said the private secretary, entering with a card in his hand.
"Oh, I had forgotten. It completely escaped me," said Balfour, with a pretended confusion. "Will you once more take a turn in the garden, Pem?--five minutes will do all I want."
"If my retirement is to facilitate Mr. Heffernan's advance, it would be ungracious to defer it; but give me till to-morrow to think of it."
"I only spoke of going into the garden, my dear Pem."
"I will do more,--I will take my leave. Indeed, I have important business in the Rolls Court."
"I shall want to see you about this business," said the other, touching the despatch.
"I'll look in on you about five-at the office, and by that time you'll have seen Mr. F."
"Mr. Heffernan could not wait, sir,--he has to open a Record case in the Queen's Bench," said the Secretary, entering, "but he says he will write to you this evening."
The Solicitor-General grinned. He fancied that the whole incident had been a most unfortunate _malapropos_, and that Balfour was sinking under shame and confusion.
"How I wish Baron Lendrick could be induced to retire!" said Balfour; "it would save us a world of trouble."
"The matter has little interest for me personally."
"Little interest for _you?_--how so?"
"I mean what I say; but I mean also not to be questioned upon the matter," said he, proudly. "If, however, you are so very eager about it, there is a way I believe it might be done."
"How is that?"
"I had a talk, a half-confidential talk, last night with Sewell on the subject, and he distinctly gave me to understand it could be negotiated through _him_."
"And you believed him?"
"Yes, I believed him. It was the sort of tortuous, crooked transaction such a man might well move in. Had he told me of something very fine, very generous or self-devoting, he was about to do, I 'd have hesitated to accord him my trustfulness."
"What it is to be a lawyer!" said Balfour, with affected horror.
"What it must be if a Secretary of State recoils from his perfidy! Oh, Mr. Balfour, for the short time our official connection may last let us play fair! I am not so coldblooded, nor are you as crafty, as you imagine. We are both of us better than we seem."
"Will you dine here to-day, Pem?"
"Thanks, no; I am engaged."
"To-morrow, then?--I'll have Branley and Keppel to meet you."
"I always get out of town on Sat.u.r.day night. Pray excuse me."
"No tempting you, eh?"
"Not in that way, certainly. Good-bye till five o'clock."
CHAPTER XVI. A STARLIT NIGHT
Late at night of the same day on which the conversation of last chapter occurred, Sewell was returning to the Priory: he was on foot, having failed to find a carriage at that late hour, and was depressed and wretched in mind, for he had lost a large sum at the Club, which he had no means whatever to meet on the coming morning.