hear,” pursued Jonathan; “my friend desires to know if you are willing to pay your footing as a member of the ancient and respectable fraternity of debtors?”
“I owe no man a farthing, and my name shall never appear in any such rascally list,” replied Wood angrily. “I don’t see why I should be obliged to pay for doing my duty. I tell you this child would have been strangled. The noose was at its throat when I called for help. I knew it was in vain to cry ‘murder!’ in the Mint, so I had recourse to stratagem.”
“Well, Sir, I must say you deserve some credit for your ingenuity, at all events,” replied Jonathan, repressing a smile; “but, before you put out your foot so far, it would have been quite as prudent to consider how you were to draw it back again. For my own part, I don’t see in what way it is to be accomplished, except by the payment of our customary fees. Do not imagine you can at one moment avail yourself of our excellent regulations (with which you seem sufficiently well acquainted), and the next break them with impunity. If you assume the character of a debtor for your own convenience, you must be content to maintain it for ours. If you have not been arrested, we have been disturbed; and it is but just and reasonable you should pay for occasioning such disturbance. By your own showing you are in easy circumstances — for it is only natural to presume that a man who owes nothing must be in a condition to pay liberally — and you cannot therefore feel the loss of such a trifle as ten guineas.”
However illogical and inconclusive these arguments might appear to Mr. Wood, and however he might dissent from the latter proposition, he did not deem it expedient to make any reply; and the orator proceeded with his harangue amid the general applause of the assemblage.
“I am perhaps exceeding my authority in demanding so slight a sum,” continued Jonathan, modestly, “and the Master of the Mint may not be disposed to let you off so lightly. He will be here in a moment or so, and you will then learn his determination. In the mean time, let me advise you as a friend not to irritate him by a refusal, which would be as useless as vexatious. He has a very summary mode of dealing with refractory persons, I assure you. My best endeavours shall be used to bring you off, on the easy terms I have mentioned.”
“Do you call ten guineas easy terms?” cried Wood, with a look of dismay. “Why, I should expect to purchase the entire freehold of the Mint for less money.”
“Many a man has been glad to pay double the amount to get his head from under the Mint pump,” observed Blueskin, gruffly.
“Let the gentleman take his own course,” said Jonathan, mildly. “I should be sorry to persuade him to do anything his calmer judgment might disapprove.”
“Exactly my sentiments,” rejoined Blueskin. “I wouldn’t force him for the world: but if he don’t tip the stivers, may I be cursed if he don’t get a taste of the aqua pompaginis. Let’s have a look at the kinchen that ought to have been throttled,” added he, snatching the child from Wood. “My stars! here’s a pretty lullaby-cheat to make a fuss about — ho! ho!”
“Deal with me as you think proper, gentlemen,” exclaimed Wood; “but, for mercy’s sake don’t harm the child! Let it be taken to its mother.”
“And who is its mother?” asked Jonathan, in an eager whisper. “Tell me frankly, and speak under your breath. Your own safety — the child’s safety — depends upon your candour.”
While Mr. Wood underwent this examination, Blueskin felt a small and trembling hand placed upon his own, and, turning at the summons, beheld a young female, whose features were partially concealed by a loo, or half mask, standing beside him. Coarse as were the ruffian’s notions of feminine beauty, he could not be insensible to the surpassing loveliness of the fair creature, who had thus solicited his attention. Her figure was, in some measure, hidden by a large scarf, and a deep hood drawn over the head contributed to her disguise; still it was evident, from her lofty bearing, that she had nothing in common, except an interest in their proceedings, with the crew by whom she was surrounded.
Whence she came — who she was — and what she wanted — were questions which naturally suggested themselves to Blueskin, and he was about to seek for some explanation, when his curiosity was checked by a gesture of silence from the lady.
“Hush!” said she, in a low, but agitated voice; “would you earn this purse?”
“I’ve no objection,” replied Blueskin, in a tone intended to be gentle, but which sounded like the murmuring whine of a playful bear. “How much is there in it!”
“It contains gold,” replied the lady; “but I will add this ring.”
“What am I to do to earn it?” asked Blueskin, with a disgusting leer — “cut a throat — or throw myself at your feet — eh, my dear?”
“Give me that child,” returned the lady, with difficulty overcoming the loathing inspired by the ruffian’s familiarity.
“Oh! I see!” replied Blueskin, winking significantly, “Come nearer, or they’ll observe us. Don’t be afraid — I won’t hurt you. I’m always agreeable to the women, bless their kind hearts! Now! slip the purse into my hand. Bravo! — the best cly-faker of ’em all couldn’t have done it better. And now for the fawney — the ring I mean. I’m no great judge of these articles, Ma’am; but I trust to your honour not to palm off paste upon me.”
“It is a diamond,” said the lady, in an agony of distress — “the child!”
“A diamond! Here, take the kid,” cried Blueskin, slipping the infant adroitly under her scarf. “And so this is a diamond,” added he, contemplating the brilliant from the hollow of his hand: “it does sparkle almost as brightly as your ogles. By the by, my dear, I forgot to ask your name — perhaps you’ll oblige me with it now? Hell and the devil! — gone!”
He looked around in vain. The lady had disappeared.
CHAPTER 3.
THE MASTER OF THE MINT.
Jonathan, meanwhile, having ascertained the parentage of the child from Wood, proceeded to question him in an under tone, as to the probable motives of the attempt upon its life; and, though he failed in obtaining any information on this point, he had little difficulty in eliciting such particulars of the mysterious transaction as have already been recounted. When the carpenter concluded his recital, Jonathan was for a moment lost in reflection.
“Devilish strange!” thought he, chuckling to himself; “queer business! Capital trick of the cull in the cloak to make another person’s brat stand the brunt for his own — capital! ha! ha! Won’t do, though. He must be a sly fox to get out of the Mint without my knowledge. I’ve a shrewd guess where he’s taken refuge; but I’ll ferret him out. These bloods will pay well for his capture; if not, he’ll pay well to get out of their hands; so I’m safe either way — ha! ha! Blueskin,” he added aloud, and motioning that worthy, “follow me.”
Upon which, he set off in the direction of the entry. His progress, however, was checked by loud acclamations, announcing the arrival of the Master of the Mint and his train.
Baptist Kettleby (for so was the Master named) was a “goodly portly man, and a corpulent,” whose fair round paunch bespoke the affection he entertained for good liquor and good living. He had a quick, shrewd, merry eye, and a look in which duplicity was agreeably veiled by good humour. It was easy to discover that he was a knave, but equally easy to perceive that he was a pleasant fellow; a combination of qualities by no means of rare occurrence. So far as regards his attire, Baptist was not seen to advantage. No great lover of state or state costume at any time, he was generally, towards the close of an evening, completely in dishabille, and in this condition he now presented himself to his subjects. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel