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  ‘Did you say that he missed his shot?’ demanded the Duke.

  The landlord reluctantly admitted that he had said this, and the Duke, wasting no more time with him, went up to his room to inspect his guns. As he had suspected, one was missing from the case. A quick inspection showed that Tom had taken the pistol which had never been loaded. The box containing powder and ball did not seem to have been tampered with, rather strangely. The Duke collected his fast dwindling capital from the locked drawer in his dressing-table, and sallied forth to see what could be done to extricate Tom from his predicament. Just as he was about to leave the inn he bethought him of his other protégé, and turned to ask the landlord where she was.

  ‘She went away with Mr Clitheroe,’ replied the landlord simply.

  The Duke took a moment to assimilate this piece of information. Nothing in Belinda’s artless prattle had led him to foresee the introduction of a Mr Clitheroe into his life. A happy thought occurred to him; he said quickly: ‘Did Mr Clitheroe quite lately marry a Miss Street?’

  ‘Mr Clitheroe ain’t married at all, nor likely to be,’ answered the landlord. ‘He’s an old Quaker gentleman, as lives with his sister, Ickleford way.’

  As it seemed to him most improbable that an old Quaker gentleman should have offered Belinda either a ring to put on her finger, or a purple silk dress, the Duke was now totally at a loss. The landlord, staring fixedly at a point above his head, added in an expressionless voice: ‘Mr Clitheroe don’t nowise hold with town bucks seducing of innocent young females – by what he told me.’

  The Duke allowed this aspersion upon his character to pass without remonstrance. It seemed reasonable to suppose that Belinda had fallen into safe hands; and a faint hope that one at least of his charges was provided for began to burgeon in his breast. He set forth to find the local Round-house.

  It was one of Lord Lionel’s maxims that every man, however wealthy, should be able on all occasions to fend for himself; and to this end he had had his ward taught such useful things as how to shoe a horse, and how to clean his own guns. Unfortunately he had never foreseen that Gilly might one day stand in need of instruction on the right methods to employ in dealing with constables and magistrates. Apart from a vague notion that one applied for bail, the Duke had no idea of what he ought to do to procure Tom’s release; but although this would have seriously daunted him a week earlier his horizon had lately been so much broadened that he embarked on his task with a surprising amount of assurance.

  This assurance stood him in good stead with the constable, whom he found in charge at the Round-house. The constable, an elderly man of comfortable proportions, treated him with an instinctive deference which was only slightly shaken by the disclosure that he was responsible for the young varmint locked up in No. 2 cell. He did indeed look reproachfully at the Duke, and say that it was a serious business which would end in Tom’s being committed for trial, but since he added there was never any knowing what devilment such pesky lads would engage in, the Duke was encouraged to hope that he knew enough about boys not to regard Tom’s exploit in too lurid a light.

  He sat down on one of the benches, and laid his hat on the table. ‘Well, now,’ he said, smiling up at the constable, ‘will you tell me just what happened? I have heard what sounds to me a pack of nonsense, from the landlord of the Sun. He is plainly a foolish fellow, and I should prefer to listen to a sensible man.’

  ‘Now there,’ said the constable, warming to him, ‘you are in the right of it, sir! You might truss up Mr Moffat’s wit in an eggshell. Not but what this young varmint has gone for to commit a felony, no question. I’ll have to take him up to Mr Oare’s place this morning, him being a magistrate, and Mr Stalybridge laying a charge against him, as he is entitled to do.’

  The Duke perceived that since Tom had not yet been haled before the magistrate his task must be to induce Mr Stalybridge to withdraw the charge against him. He said: ‘Where did all this happen?’

  ‘It was last night, just after dusk,’ said the constable. ‘A matter of a mile outside the town on the road to Stevenage. There was Mr Stalybridge, a-riding in his carriage, with his man sitting up beside the coachman, him having been on a visit, you see, when up jumps this young varmint of yours out of nowhere, on a horse which he hires from Jem Datchet – which I am bound to say he paid Jem for honest, else Jem would never have let him take the nag, him being one of them as lives in a gravel-pit, as the saying is. And he up and shouts out, Stand and deliver! quite to the manner born, and looses off this pop of his, which fair scorches the ear off Mr Stalybridge’s coachman, according to what he tells me. Well, not to wrap it up in clean linen, sir, Mr Stalybridge was scared for his life, and he had out his purse, and his gold watch, and all manner of gewgaws for to hand over to this young varmint, when his man, which is not one as has more hair than wit, slips off of the box when no one ain’t heeding him, and has your young varmint off of Jem Datchet’s nag just as he’s about to take Mr Stalybridge’s purse. I will say the lad is a proper fighter, for he put in a deal of cross-and-jostle work, but betwixt the lot of them they had him overpowered, and brought him in here, and give him over to me, as is proper. Ah, and he had both his daylights darkened, but Mr Stalybridge’s man he had had his cork drawn, so that it was wunnerful to see how the claret did flow! And once he found himself under lock and key, would he open his mummer? Not he! Downright sullen, that’s what he be now, and won’t give his name, nor where he lives, nor nothing!’

  ‘I daresay he is frightened,’ said the Duke. ‘He is only fifteen, you know.’

  ‘You don’t say!’ marvelled the constable. ‘Well, I did use to think my own boys was well-growed lads, but if that don’t beat all.’

  ‘I thought you had boys of your own,’ said the Duke softly. ‘Full of mischief too, I daresay?’

  He had struck the right note. The constable beamed upon him, and enunciated: ‘Four fine lads, sir, and everyone as lawless as the town-bull!’

  The Duke settled down to listen sympathetically for the next twenty minutes to an exact account of the prowess of the constable’s four sons, their splendid stature, their youthful pranks, and present excellence. The time was not wasted. When the recital ended the Duke had added an officer of the law to his circle of friends and well-wishers; and the constable had agreed to allow him to visit the prisoner.

  The Duke then asked to see the pistol. The constable at once produced it, and the most cursory examination was enough to show the Duke that it had never been loaded, much less fired.

  The constable looked very much taken-aback by this. He admitted that he had not cared to meddle with such a gun, since it looked to him like one of them murdering duelling-pistols which went off if a man so much as breathed on them.

  ‘Well, it will not do so when it is unloaded,’ said the Duke. ‘Take a look at it now!’

  The constable received the gun gingerly from him, and inspected it. Then he scratched his head. ‘I’m bound to say it ain’t never been fired, not from the looks of it,’ he owned. ‘But Mr Stalybridge and his man and the coachman, they all say as the young varmint pretty nigh shot the ear off of the coachman!’

  ‘But what does the boy say?’ asked the Duke.

  ‘Well, that’s it, sir. He don’t say nothing. Proper sullen, that’s what he is!’

  The Duke rose. ‘He’ll talk to me. Will you take me to him?’

  When the door was opened into Tom’s cell, that young gentleman was discovered seated on the bench in a dejected attitude, his head propped in his hands. He looked up defensively, disclosing a bruised countenance, but when he perceived the Duke his sulky look vanished, and he jumped up, exclaiming with a distinct sob in his voice: ‘Oh, sir! Oh, Mr Rufford! Indeed, I am very sorry! But I didn’t do it!’

  ‘No, I don’t think you did!’ replied the Duke, in his serene way. ‘But you have been behaving very badly, you know,