of the glass? And then to think that, after all, I should be left out of his funeral—it's the height of barbarity. Tim, this rum of yours is poor stuff—there's no punch worth the trouble of drinking, except whisky punch. A glass of right potheen, straw-colour, peat-flavour, ten degrees over proof, would be the only thing to drown my cares. Any such thing in the cellar? There used to be an odd bottle or so, Tim—in the left bin, near the door.'
'I've a notion there be,' returned Timothy. 'I'll try the bin your honour mentions, and if I can lay hands upon a bottle you shall have it, you may depend.'
The butler departed, and Titus, emulating Mr. Coates, who had already enveloped himself, like Juno at the approach of Ixion, in a cloud, proceeded to light his pipe.
Luke, meanwhile, had been left alone, without light. He had much to meditate upon, and with nought to check the current of his thoughts, he pensively revolved his present situation and future prospects. The future was gloomy enough—the present fraught with danger. And now that the fever of excitement was passed, he severely reproached himself for his precipitancy.
His mind, by degrees, assumed a more tranquil state; and, exhausted with his great previous fatigue, he threw himself upon the floor of his prison-house, and addressed himself to slumber. The noise he made induced Coates to enter the room, which he did with a pistol in each hand, followed by Titus, with a pipe and candle; but finding all safe the sentinels retired.
'One may see, with half an eye, that you're not used to a feather-bed, my friend,' said Titus, as the door was locked. 'By the powers, he's a tall chap, anyhow—why, his feet almost touch the door. I should say that room was a matter of six feet long, Mr. Coates.'
'Exactly six feet, sir.'
'Well, that's a good guess. Curse that ugly rascal, Tim; he's never brought the whisky. But I'll be even with him to-morrow. Couldn't you just see to the prisoner for ten minutes, Mr. Coates?'
'Not ten seconds. I shall report you, if you stir from your post.'
Here the door was opened, and Tim entered with the whisky.
'Arrah! by my soul, Tim, and here you are at last—uncork it, man, and give us a thimbleful—blob! there goes the stopper—here's a glass'—smacking his lips—'whist, Tim, another drop—stuff like this will never hurt a body. Mr. Coates, try it—no—I thought you'd be a man of more taste.'
'I must limit you to a certain quantity,' replied Coates, 'or you will not be fit to keep guard—another glass must be the extent of your allowance.'
'Another glass! and do you think I'll submit to any such iniquitous proposition?'
'Beg pardon, gentlemen,' said Tim; 'but her ladyship desires me to tell you both, that she trusts you will keep the strictest watch upon the prisoner. I have the same message also from Sir Ranulph.'
'Do you hear that?' said Coates.
'And what are they all about now, Tim?' groaned Titus.
'Just starting, sir,' returned Tim; 'and, indeed, I must not lose my time gossiping here, for I be wanted below. You must be pleased to take care of yourselves, gentlemen, for an hour or so, for there will be only a few women- kind left in the house. The storm's just over, and the men are all lighting their torches. Oh, it's a grand sight!' And off set Tim.
'Bad luck to myself, anyhow,' ejaculated Titus; 'this is more than I can bear—I've had enough of this watch and ward business—if the prisoner stirs, shoot him, if you think proper—I'll be back in an hour.'
'I tell you what, Mr. Tyrconnel,' said Coates, coolly, taking up the pistol from the table, 'I'm a man of few words, but those few are, I hope, to the purpose, and I'd have you to know, if you stir from that chair, or attempt to leave the room, dammee but I'll send a brace of bullets after you. I'm serious, I assure you.' Saying which, he cocked the pistol.
By way of reply to this menace, Titus deliberately filled a stiff glass of whisky and water.
'That's your last glass,' said the inexorable Coates.
To return once more to Luke. He slept uneasily for some short space, and was awakened by a sound which reached his dreaming ears, and connected itself with the visions that slumber was weaving around him. It was some moments before he could distinctly remember where he was. He would not venture to sleep again, though he felt overwhelmed by drowsiness—there was a fixed pain at his heart, as if circulation were suspended. Changing his posture, he raised himself upon one arm; he then became aware of a scratching noise, somewhat similar to the sound he had heard in his dream, and perceived a light gleaming through a crevice in the oaken partition. His attention was immediately arrested, and placing his eye close to the chink, distinctly saw a dark lantern burning; and by its light, a man filing some implement of house-breaking. The light fell before the hard features of the man, with whose countenance Luke was familiar; and although only one person came within the scope of his view, Luke could make out, from a muttered conversation that was carried on, that he had a companion. The parties were near to him, and though speaking in a low tone, Luke's quick ear caught the following:
'What keeps Jack Palmer, I wonder?' said he of the file. 'We're all ready for the fakement—pops primed—and I tell you what, Rob Rust, I've made my clasp-knife as sharp as a razor, and dammee, if Lady Rookwood offers any resistance, I'll spoil her talking in future, I promise you.'
Suppressed laughter, from Rust, followed this speech. That laugh made Luke's blood run cold within his veins.
'Harkee, Dick Wilder, you're a reg'lar out-and-outer, and stops at nothing, and curse me if I'd think any more of it than yourself. But Jack's as squeamish of bloodshed as young miss that cries at her cut finger. It's the safer plan. Say what you will, nothing but
'I shall make short work with her ladyship to-night, anyhow. Hist! here Jack comes.'
A footstep crossed in the room, and, presently afterwards, exclamations of surprise and smothered laughter were heard from the parties.
'Bravo, Jack! famous! That disguise would deceive the devil himself.'
'And now, my lads,' said the newcomer, 'is all right?'
