A Reputed Changeling Part 45
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"Oh! you will come back to him," was all that could be said.
For it was time for Charles Archfield to surrender himself to take his trial.
He had been instructed over and over again as to the line of his defence, and cautioned against candour for himself and delicacy towards others, till he had more than once to declare that he had no intention of throwing his life away; but the lawyers agreed in heartily deploring the rules that thus deprived the accused of the a.s.sistance of an advocate in examining witnesses and defending himself. All depended, as they knew and told Sir Edmund Nutley, on the judge and jury. Now Mr. Baron Hatsel had shown himself a well- meaning but weak and vacillating judge, whose summing up was apt rather to confuse than to elucidate the evidence; and as to the jury, Mr. Lee scanned their stolid countenances somewhat ruefully when they were marshalled before the prisoner, to be challenged if desirable. A few words pa.s.sed, into which the judge inquired.
"I am reminded, my Lord," said Colonel Archfield, bowing, "that I once incurred Mr. Holt's displeasure as a mischievous boy by throwing a stone which injured one of his poultry; but I cannot believe such a trifle would bias an honest man in a question of life and death."
Nevertheless the judge put aside Mr. Holt.
"I like his spirit," whispered Mr. Harcourt.
"But," returned Lee, "I doubt if he has done himself any good with those fellows by calling it a trifle to kill an old hen. I should like him to have challenged two or three more moody old Whiggish rascals; but he has been too long away from home to know how the land lies."
"Too generous and high-spirited for this work," sighed Sir Edmund, who sat with them.
The indictment was read, the first count being "That of malice aforethought, by the temptation of the Devil, Charles Archfield did wilfully kill and slay Peregrine Oakshott," etc. The second indictment was that "By misadventure he had killed and slain the said Peregrine Oakshott." To the first he pleaded 'Not guilty;' to the second 'Guilty.'
Tall, well-made, manly, and soldierly he stood, with a quiet set face, while Mr. Cowper proceeded to open the prosecution, with a certain compliment to the prisoner and regret at having to push the case against one who had so generously come forward on behalf of a kinsman; but he must unwillingly state the circ.u.mstances that made it doubtful, nay, more than doubtful, whether the prisoner's plea of mere misadventure could stand. The dislike to the unfortunate deceased existing among the young Tory country gentlemen of the county was, he should prove, intensified in the prisoner on account of not inexcusable jealousies, as well as of the youthful squabbles which sometimes lead to fatal results. On the evening of the 30th of June 1688 there had been angry words between the prisoner and the deceased on Portsdown Hill, respecting the prisoner's late lady. At four or five o'clock on the ensuing morning, the 1st of July, the one fell by the sword of the other in the then unfrequented court of Portchester Castle. It was alleged that the stroke was fatal only through the violence of youthful impetuosity; but was it consistent with that supposition that the young gentleman's time was unaccounted for afterwards, and that the body should have been disposed of in a manner that clearly proved the a.s.sistance of an accomplice, and with so much skill that no suspicion had arisen for seven years and a half, whilst the actual slayer was serving, not his own country, but a foreign prince, and had only returned at a most suspicious crisis?
The counsel then proceeded to construct a plausible theory. He reminded the jury that at that very time, the summer of 1688, messages and invitations were being despatched to his present Gracious Majesty to redress the wrongs of the Protestant Church, and protect the liberties of the English people. The father of the deceased was a member of a family of the country party, his uncle a distinguished diplomatist, to whose suite he had belonged. What was more obvious than that he should be employed in the correspondence, and that his movements should be dogged by parties connected with the Stewart family? Already there was too much experience of how far even the most estimable and conscientious might be blinded by the sentiment that they dignified by the t.i.tle of loyalty. The deceased had already been engaged in a struggle with one of the Archfield family, who had been acquitted of his actual slaughter; but considering the strangeness of the hour at which the two cousins were avowedly at or near Portchester, the condition of the clothes, stripped of papers, but not of valuables, and the connection of the princ.i.p.al witness with the pretended Prince of Wales, he could not help thinking that though personal animosity might have added an edge to the weapon, yet that there were deeper reasons, to prompt the a.s.sault and the concealment, than had yet been brought to light.
"He will make nothing of that," whispered Mr. Lee. "Poor Master Peregrine was no more a Whig than old Sir Philip there."
"'Twill prejudice the jury," whispered back Mr. Harcourt, "and discredit the lady's testimony."
Mr. Cowper concluded by observing that half truths had come to light in the former trial, but whole truths would give a different aspect to the affair, and show the unfortunate deceased to have given offence, not only as a man of gallantry, but as a patriot, and to have fallen a victim to the younger bravoes of the so-called Tory party. To his (the counsel's) mind, it was plain that the prisoner, who had hoped that his crime was undiscovered and forgotten, had returned to take his share in the rising against Government so happily frustrated. He was certain that the traitor Charnock had been received at his father's house, and that Mr. Sedley Archfield had used seditious language on several occasions, so that the cause of the prisoner's return at this juncture was manifest, and only to the working of Providence could it be ascribed that the evidence of the aggravated murder should have at that very period been brought to light.
There was an evident sensation, and glances were cast at the upright, military figure, standing like a sentinel, as if the audience expected him to murder them all.
As before, the examination began with Robert Oakshott's identification of the clothes and sword, but Mr. Cowper avoided the subject of the skeleton, and went on to inquire about the terms on which the two young men had lived.
"Well," said Robert, "they quarrelled, but in a neighbourly sort of way."
"What do you call a neighbourly way?"
"My poor brother used to be baited for being so queer. But then we were as bad to him as the rest," said Robert candidly.
"That is, when you were boys?"
"Yes."
"And after his return from his travels?"
"It was the same then. He was too fine a gentleman for any one's taste."
"You speak generally. Was there any especial animosity?"
"My brother bought a horse that Archfield was after."
"Was there any dispute over it?"
"Not that I know of."
"Can you give an instance of displeasure manifested by the prisoner at the deceased?"
"I have seen him look black when my brother held a gate open for his wife."
"Then there were gallant attentions towards Mrs. Archfield?"
Charles's face flushed, and he made a step forward, but Robert gruffly answered: "No more than civility; but he had got Frenchified manners, and liked to tease Archfield."
"Did they ever come to high words before you?"
"No. They knew better."
"Thank you, Mr. Oakshott," said the prisoner, as it was intimated that Mr. Cowper had finished. "You bear witness that only the most innocent civility ever pa.s.sed between your brother and my poor young wife?"
"Certainly," responded Robert.
"Nothing that could cause serious resentment, if it excited pa.s.sing annoyance."
"Nothing."
"What were your brother's political opinions?"
"Well"--with some slow consideration--"he admired the Queen as was, and could not abide the Prince of Orange. My father was always _at him_ for it."
"Would you think him likely to be an emissary to Holland?"
"No one less likely."
But Mr. Cowper started up. "Sir, I believe you are the younger brother?"
"Yes."
"How old were you at the time?"
"Nigh upon nineteen."
"Oh!" as if that accounted for his ignorance.
The prisoner continued, and asked whether search was made when the deceased was missed.
"Hardly any."
"Why not?"
"He was never content at home, and we believed he had gone to my uncle in Muscovy."
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