The Baroque Cycle - The System Of The World Part 64

No matter how many times he went over the list, Daniel could not fathom how order could be maintained over a one-acre prison housing, every night, upwards of a thousand men, women, and children, by a staff whose executive arm, as it were, numbered three turnkeys. He would have to go and see it. Anyone could do so; they did not charge a fee for admission, as at Bedlam. Daniel blended in as long as he wore old clothes and did not go around announcing that he was a Lord Regent.

The Fleet presented itself along the bank of the Ditch as a sheer wall, ventilated by a few stoutly gridironed windows where the poor debtors poor debtors would sit all day long rattling tin cups that they thrust out between the bars. Pa.s.sers-by could chuck coins into these; but since to be a pa.s.ser-by meant to stroll along the brink of the Sceptered Isle's would sit all day long rattling tin cups that they thrust out between the bars. Pa.s.sers-by could chuck coins into these; but since to be a pa.s.ser-by meant to stroll along the brink of the Sceptered Isle's Cloaca Maxima, Cloaca Maxima, these were not superabundant. Hooke had wanted to bridge the whole Ditch over, i.e., to bury it. This would have perked up the cup-rattling business no end; but it had not been done. these were not superabundant. Hooke had wanted to bridge the whole Ditch over, i.e., to bury it. This would have perked up the cup-rattling business no end; but it had not been done.

Next to the poor debtors' begging-grate was a ma.s.sive archway tunneling, for an intimidating distance of some forty feet, through this wall of Prison buildings that rose above the Ditch-brink. The tunnel was lined on both sides by stone benches occupied, most of the time, by Disagreeable Persons. In entering this tunnel one crossed over the ancient boundary and so departed, albeit temporarily, from the see of the Bishop of London. Wretched ministers sat here all day long, hoping to earn a s.h.i.+lling or two by performing quick no-questions-asked weddings. The same rite, celebrated a few yards away, would be illegal and illegitimate, but here the Bishop had no power to ban it. There were too many such men of the cloth to fit on the finite bench s.p.a.ce under the arch; the more enterprising were all parading up and down the bank of the Fleet hoping to draw in business.

The other people on the bench tended to be male and female prost.i.tutes, or their customers, hoping to conduct business, which was to be negotiated here, and consummated within the Prison.

At a certain point the arched pa.s.sage was severed by a stone wall no more than about eight feet high, with a row of iron spikes protruding cheerfully from its top. Set into the middle of this was a grated doorway. Anyone could pa.s.s in, but only some could pa.s.s out. Daniel slowed as he approached this. Peter Hoxton had been acting as a sort of rear-guard, and almost piled into him. "You are permitted to go on," Saturn pointed out, looking this way and that at the Bench-people. For these had noted Daniel and begun to tender diverse proposals. Daniel ignored him, and them. He was staring at his feet. He flipped his walking-stick around and rapped its ma.s.sive head against the paving-stones, moved to the side a couple of feet, and did it again. Finally he resolved to go in. But he got into a nasty collision, just before the door, with a young man. It was not nasty in the sense of being violent, nor in the sense of being acrimonious, for the young man tried to avoid it, and proffered a sort of apology after. He had been walking along behind Daniel and Saturn in traffic, and when they'd bated before the door, he had sought to go around them. The nastiness came from that he was a butcher's boy, employed probably by one of the many shambles out in the rules rules along Fleet Lane, and so his clothes were soggy with blood and other body fluids of dead animals, and clotted with faeces and brains and feathers and hair. Some of it ended up on Daniel. The boy was aghast, particularly when he got it in his head that Saturn might retaliate; but Daniel smiled benignly and said, "After you, young man," and held out a hand. The boy pushed through the door, smearing it anew-for it looked as if many of his colleagues had preceded him-and civilly held it open for Daniel. Daniel and Saturn went in, pa.s.sing by a wh.o.r.e (tertiary syphilis) and client (primary) waiting to go out, walked through the scrutiny of a turnkey, and emerged from the tunnel into one side of a stripe of open ground that lay athwart their path. The Prison building was directly ahead of them, an immense barrier stretching more than a hundred feet to the left as well as to the right, and looming high above. In half a dozen strides they could have ascended a few steps and gone right into it. But Daniel drew up short, and stopped again. His attention had been seized by a peculiar triptych of figures who were standing just within the gate, and who had no thought of getting out of Daniel's, or anyone's, way. One was a scruffy and beaten-down-looking chap, who kept turning to the left and right, as if mounted on a vertical spit. Next to him, looking on, was a fellow, slightly better dressed, leaning on a staff daubed all over with paint. A few paces distant stood a grim, heavy man who was staring at the first fellow in a way that normally would have provoked a row. The staring went on for an uncannily long time, and Daniel began to collect that it was some sort of rite. He noticed that the turnkey who was stationed by the gate was along Fleet Lane, and so his clothes were soggy with blood and other body fluids of dead animals, and clotted with faeces and brains and feathers and hair. Some of it ended up on Daniel. The boy was aghast, particularly when he got it in his head that Saturn might retaliate; but Daniel smiled benignly and said, "After you, young man," and held out a hand. The boy pushed through the door, smearing it anew-for it looked as if many of his colleagues had preceded him-and civilly held it open for Daniel. Daniel and Saturn went in, pa.s.sing by a wh.o.r.e (tertiary syphilis) and client (primary) waiting to go out, walked through the scrutiny of a turnkey, and emerged from the tunnel into one side of a stripe of open ground that lay athwart their path. The Prison building was directly ahead of them, an immense barrier stretching more than a hundred feet to the left as well as to the right, and looming high above. In half a dozen strides they could have ascended a few steps and gone right into it. But Daniel drew up short, and stopped again. His attention had been seized by a peculiar triptych of figures who were standing just within the gate, and who had no thought of getting out of Daniel's, or anyone's, way. One was a scruffy and beaten-down-looking chap, who kept turning to the left and right, as if mounted on a vertical spit. Next to him, looking on, was a fellow, slightly better dressed, leaning on a staff daubed all over with paint. A few paces distant stood a grim, heavy man who was staring at the first fellow in a way that normally would have provoked a row. The staring went on for an uncannily long time, and Daniel began to collect that it was some sort of rite. He noticed that the turnkey who was stationed by the gate was also also staring, when he was not busy scrutinizing the faces of departing visitors; and this detail solved the puzzle for him, just as Saturn-who had been amusing himself watching Daniel try to make sense of it-gave the explanation: "New prisoner. These turnkeys have a faculty in common with thief-takers: they never forget a face, once they've given it a keen study." staring, when he was not busy scrutinizing the faces of departing visitors; and this detail solved the puzzle for him, just as Saturn-who had been amusing himself watching Daniel try to make sense of it-gave the explanation: "New prisoner. These turnkeys have a faculty in common with thief-takers: they never forget a face, once they've given it a keen study."

Daniel now felt a strong disinclination to be studied, or even glimpsed, by men with such gifts, and so he moved forward, and stopped in a place a bit nearer the Prison and away from the eldritch scrutiny of the turnkeys. He rapped on the pavement again, and looked both ways. They were in a sort of choke-point; the prison grounds were narrowest here, broader to the right (south) and more so to the north. That was because the bit to the north was separated from the Ditch outside, not by a thick row of buildings, as here, but only by a stone curtain-wall, twenty-five feet high, with rotating spikes at the top. To spruce things up it had been painted, down low, with scenery. But Daniel only glimpsed a few vertical splints of this because the place was crowded with smokers, strollers, and conversationalists. The day was a bit nippy, but the walls and the Prison's bulk kept out all wind, and so the prisoners and the guests were making the most of it. Which gave him an insight. Seeing self-described poor debtors poor debtors begging outside, he'd always a.s.sumed they were committing a tautology. But now that he was on the inside, he could see debtors who were begging outside, he'd always a.s.sumed they were committing a tautology. But now that he was on the inside, he could see debtors who were affluent, affluent, and so he understood that the cup-rattlers without called themselves and so he understood that the cup-rattlers without called themselves poor poor to distinguish themselves from these. to distinguish themselves from these.

Daniel turned his back on the Painted Ground, as the yard to the north was called, and, at a prudent distance, followed the butcher's boy who had collided with him a moment earlier. The gruesome lad moved purposefully but was obliged to meander somewhat over the course of a sixty-pace journey, channeled between the Prison on his left and the backs of the Fleet Ditchfacing buildings on his right. He was headed for a row of small buildings put up against the base of the Prison wall, directly ahead of him, which was to say along the southern verge. Even from a distance Daniel could tell plainly enough that this was a Convenience, a Necessary House, a s.h.i.+te-Hole. The boy went in to use it, and Daniel said a silent prayer for whomever would have to use it next. Presently the boy emerged, retraced his steps, walked past the turnkey (who studied him shrewdly, but did not move or speak), merged with the incoming and outgoing traffic of visitors, wh.o.r.es, &c., and went out.

Daniel Waterhouse and Peter Hoxton meanwhile had paused about halfway between the gate and the privy, for two reasons.

(1) The Prison building consisted almost entirely of apartments, no better and no worse than any other London slum-apartments, to which prisoners had their own keys. Nevertheless, it did have a few strong-rooms, or, less politely, dungeons in which people could be placed without without the privilege of having a door-key! Daniel was especially curious about these. There was a row of them in the Ditch-facing buildings whose back doors and windows were on Daniel's right hand as he looked south toward the privies. But to inspect these closely would have been indiscreet. the privilege of having a door-key! Daniel was especially curious about these. There was a row of them in the Ditch-facing buildings whose back doors and windows were on Daniel's right hand as he looked south toward the privies. But to inspect these closely would have been indiscreet.

However, haply (2) Another strange rite was getting underway to the left side of the gate-privy axis. They had approached the Poor Side of the prison: a couple of very large rooms at the extremity of the south wing, where prisoners who could not afford apartments slept and lived all crowded together. Against the exterior wall of one of those teeming halls was a cistern, fed by a pump. This was sunk into the earth less than a hundred feet away from Fleet Ditch itself and so Daniel had to will himself not to imagine what sort of water came out of it. A dozen or so persons were approaching it: a tight cl.u.s.ter of four, surrounded by a ragged entourage. They spread out around the cistern and Daniel perceived that one of them had his elbows pinioned behind his back with a s.h.a.ggy hank of twine. He was uncovered, and being frogmarched by others who were every bit as down-at-heels as he was but had managed to round up artifacts recognizable as hats and wigs. Heads turned toward the oldest of these, and he went into a peroration that sounded, for all the world, like a legal judgment: certainly it went on that long, and was that hard to follow. It was as pompous as these men were shabby, but when the leprous verbiage was sc.r.a.ped away to expose its grammatical bones, what it said was that these fellows (except for the one who was tied up) were something called the Court of Inspectors and that he, the one who was talking, was the Steward thereof, and that in some proceeding just concluded they had found the bare-headed one guilty of having entered so-and-so's apartment yesterday and stealing a clay bottle containing gin from out of a hole in the wall where its rightful owner was generally known to park it, when not pressing it against his lips; and that the sentence for said crime was to be carried out forthwith. Whereupon the gin-nicker was spun around so that his back was to the cistern, and its rim behind his knees, and then shoved back so that his feet went out and up, and his head pierced the glaze of sc.u.m that covered the reservoir, and went under. Maintaining a fierce grip on the man's shoulders, his captors maneuvered him so that his face was directly beneath the spout of the pump, and a third officer of the "Court of Inspectors" set to work jacking the pump-handle as vigorously as he could. It was difficult to monitor the results because a crowd of prisoners had gathered round to be edified by it. Daniel glimpsed the prisoner's feet dancing an air tarantella. Debtors had gathered in all of the Prison's windows to learn from the booze-hound's errors. Saturn had a fair view, being tall. Daniel sidled around behind him and stood with his back pressed against Saturn's and looked the other way, at what he took to be the strong-rooms.

These certainly looked the part, having heavy doors with redundant bars and locks, and little to nothing in the way of windows. He'd heard that some of the strong-rooms were near the Ditch, the Privies, and the prison's dung-midden, and that was true of these, though the stench was not so bad as all this implied because it was a crisp day. But Daniel did not see any of the precautions he'd have expected if members of the Shaftoe gang had been locked up here. Moreover, at their other side, these rooms faced the Ditch-brink, and might have windows or grates communicating with the outside, which made them a less fitting place for locking up really infamous criminals.

The gin-thief having been fully reformed, the pumping ended, and its beneficiary was dragged out half-dead and left on the ground next to the cistern. The crowd dispersed. Some of them went south round the nearer end of the great building, squeezing through a narrow and loathsome pa.s.s between it and the privies and the midden; here the surrounding wall was forty feet high, because it came so close to the upper-storey windows of the building that it put anyone who looked at it in mind of rope-based strategies. But once Daniel and Saturn had rounded the corner and turned north again, now on the east side of the building, the s.p.a.ce between it and the wall broadened decisively into a close a hundred feet or more across, which Daniel identified from his preliminary readings as the Racket Ground. This adjoined the north or Master's Side of the prison, where more affluent debtors dwelled in apartments that were more or less crowded depending on how much money they had-this being one of the Warden's primary Engines of Revenue. Despite the chill in the air there were too many games of rackets, bowls, skittles, &c. underway here for Daniel to sort out. Around the edges were a few scabrous tables where it looked like card-games might be prosecuted during summer. Daniel took a seat at one of these to rest his legs. His back was to the prison wall and he could survey the entire Racket Ground and the Master's Side opposite. Some distance off to his right, the prison's northeastern lobe was described by the curve of the wall. Nestled in its lee were a few separate buildings: a kitchen, which had its own pump and cistern. To one side of it, another midden, threatening to engulf another privy-all of this disconcertingly close to the prison chapel. To the other side, a building in the crook of the wall that Daniel would have been hard pressed to identify-that is, if not for the fact that two armed soldiers were standing in front of it. Two tents, standard military issue, and a cook-fire encroached on the Racket Ground nearby.

Daniel had been carrying a map-case slung over one shoulder. He unlimbered it now and unbuckled its lid. When he overturned it, the first thing that emerged was a wee avalanche of dust and of plaster-crumbs still bound together in cl.u.s.ters by horse-hair. But with a bit of shaking he was able to produce a roll of doc.u.ments.

Saturn had last seen these when he'd rooted them out of a shattered wall in the cupola of Bedlam. "When you were abusing the pavement with your stick, some of the prisoners espied you, and speculated you were mad," he said. "Now I do begin to wonder-"

"It suits me very well for them to suppose I am mad!" Daniel exclaimed, pleased to hear about it. "You may explain to them that I am not only daft but senile, and convinced that treasure was buried here long ago by a counterfeiter-"

"Counterfeiter! Here?"

"Yes, from time to time coiners and smugglers have been committed to this place by the Court of Exchequer or Curia Regis. So the story makes sense to that point, as all madman-stories must, in their beginnings. I've got it into my head that I can find this treasure. You are a manservant, charged, by my exasperated family, with following me around, keeping me out of trouble, and tending to my needs."

"In that capacity," said Peter Hoxton, "I'll just nip down to the Tap-Room, if it's all the same to you, and get chocolate for myself and-?"

"Coffee for me, thank you," said Daniel, and began to wrestle the drawings out on the pitted tabletop, weighing them down at the edges with shattered bowling-pins. Saturn ambled across the Racket Ground, dodging airborne or rolling b.a.l.l.s as need be, and giving the cold shoulder to an acquaintance who'd recognized him. He worked his way north round the aperture between kitchen and chapel so that he could go in at the northern extremity of the building-the Tap-Room and coffeehouse were there, hard by the chapel.

As he had been doing on and off for fifty years, Daniel communed with the mind of Robert Hooke through Hooke's curious notes and jottings, and his exquisite pictures.

Anno Domini 1335 ye Warden of ye Fleet hired laborers to dig a Moat around ye Prop'ty (ye Court & ye Building withal). Width of ye Excav'n was 10 Feet. Of Necessity (or else how could it have been Filled with Water) we say that this communicated with ye Fleet at two places, forming an ox-bow lying to ye East side of that River, & that its Pos'n agrees approx. with ye present Wall...a later Record complains that Sewers & Tannery-drains & as many as 1 doz. Latrines have been made to discharge into said Moat from adjoining Prop'ties, making of it an open Sewer that must needs have been no less Offensive then, than is the Fleet Ditch to-day...ye Moat no longer exists, & yet ye Rec'ds want any sugg'n of its having been Filled. Whence I venture to Conclude, 'twas never Filled, but rather Roofed, to s.h.i.+eld ye Environs from its noisome damps, & yet discharges into ye Fleet, most probably at A and B, & doth account for much of what is loathsome about that Ditch... and here Hooke went on to develop his argument that the same treatment ought to be given to the Ditch itself. and here Hooke went on to develop his argument that the same treatment ought to be given to the Ditch itself.

A and B referred to two locations on the east bank of Fleet Ditch, near the prison's northwest and southwest corners. These were marked on a survey plat, done by Hooke after the Fire. Comparing this against what he could see from his present vantage point, Daniel had now the satisfying experience of its all coming together coherently in his mind. Few human monuments were as permanent, as un-moveable, as a stone s.h.i.+thouse-especially one that by long-standing tradition was used by everyone in a crowded neighborhood. If Fleet Lane butcher's boys were taking a s.h.i.+te at the southern end of the place in 1714, it probably meant they'd been doing so in 1614, 1514, 1414, &c. That row of privies must be among the dozen or so that had been erected over the moat. And the privy that Daniel was now looking at, next to the kitchen, must be over the moat, too-but on the opposite p.r.o.ng of the ox-bow. The back of that edifice was the Prison wall. Just on its other side would be a row of buildings that fronted on Fleet Lane. Some of these were slaughterhouses that, long ago, must have gathered along the north brink of that moat like flies, and employed it to carry away their offal. Likewise the prison kitchen, just there next to that privy.

And the next building along was the one that was being guarded by the soldiers.

Daniel had read legal filings made by prisoners who had been incarcerated in a certain strong-room on the Master's Side of the Fleet, and who had hired lawyers to get them out of it at all costs. For such prisoners tended not to be debtors. They had been put there by Curia Regis or Star Chamber, and were dangerous and wealthy. The place was described, in these doc.u.ments, as being situated on the south side of a ditch, which made no sense unless it was taken as a reference to the vanished moat. The dungeon was described as "infested with toads and vermin" and "surcharged with loathsome vapors" and "impervious to the least ray of light." Prisoners there were chained to floor-staples and condemned to lie in sewage-their own (for there was not even a bucket) as well as what seeped in through the walls.

These happy ruminations were interrupted by Saturn, who had come back with a serving-woman in tow. She set out the drinks. Saturn had borrowed some newspapers from the Tap-Room (which was said to be as well-stocked with current reading material as any Clubb in the metropolis) and sat down to peruse these over his chocolate.

Daniel scrutinized the woman-though perhaps not as rudely as a turnkey-and guessed she was no wh.o.r.e, but perhaps the wife of a debtor, obliged to live here for a long time (perhaps forever) and trying to make some pin-money by helping out in the Tap-Room (another Engine of Revenue for the Warden). She gave as good as she got in the way of scrutiny, from which Daniel knew that Saturn had already told her the daft treasure-hunter story.

"My good woman," Daniel said, rooting his coin-purse from his pocket so that she would not wander off, "are you connected with the Management?"

"Y'mean, the Court of Inspectors, like?"

Daniel smiled. "I had in mind the Warden-"

The woman was taken aback that the Warden should be brought into the conversation, even by a senile madman; Daniel might as well have asked her if she took tea with the Pope of Rome.

"The Court of Inspectors, then, if they they are the responsible parties." are the responsible parties."

"They are responsible responsible for a lot of for a lot of parties, parties, know- know- what-I-mean!" She exchanged a twinkly look with Saturn: having a bit of harmless fun baiting the gager.

"Those men with the muskets would not allow me to investigate yonder dungeon!" Daniel complained, pointing to the soldiers. "I had been led to believe that the Fleet was open to all, but-"

"You're in luck, then," the woman announced.

"How so, madame?"

"Well, it's like this: if you wanted near aught aught else, it'd be a cold day in h.e.l.l 'fore the Steward would give you the least bit of satisfaction, 'less you paid him, of course. But on the matter of them soldiers, the Steward is else, it'd be a cold day in h.e.l.l 'fore the Steward would give you the least bit of satisfaction, 'less you paid him, of course. But on the matter of them soldiers, the Steward is exercised, exercised, he is, and been making all manner of tedious speeches at the Wine-Clubb and the Beer-Clubb, and filing briefs against the Powers that Be! Your complaints shan't fall on deaf ears, sir, if you go to the Steward direct-'specially if you make a contribution, like, know-what-I-mean." he is, and been making all manner of tedious speeches at the Wine-Clubb and the Beer-Clubb, and filing briefs against the Powers that Be! Your complaints shan't fall on deaf ears, sir, if you go to the Steward direct-'specially if you make a contribution, like, know-what-I-mean."

During this Daniel had been extracting coins from his purse and sorting them on the tabletop, which had not gone unnoticed. He placed the tip of an index finger on one of modest value and slid it across the table so that the woman could take it-which she did. Her gaze was now rapt on Daniel's index finger, which continued to hover above the array of coins.

"Am I correct in gathering, then, that the garrisoning of armed soldiers in the Fleet is an unusual unusual procedure?" procedure?"

It took her a moment to decode this. "Armed soldiers here unusual, why yes! I should say so!"

"They've not been here long, then?"

"Since August, I'd say. Guarding them new prisoners-or so 'tis claimed. The Steward scoffs-calls it a ruse-a press-what-do-you-call-it-"

"A precedent."

"Yeah."

"That must not be allowed to stand, lest the Fleet insensibly begin to lose its ancient privileges," Daniel guessed, exchanging a look with Saturn. Which might have sounded incredibly pretentious and high-flown; but Saturn had insisted that the debtors of the Fleet spent a third of their lives sleeping, a third drinking, gambling, smoking, &c., and a third pursuing abstract legal disputes with the Warden.

"The Steward is the chief of the Court of Inspectors?" Daniel asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Elected, or-"

"It's complicated, like. Most often he is the eldest debtor."

"The senior debtors run the place through this made-up Court, then."

The woman's eyes widened. "Course!" Then they narrowed. "But ain't all all Courts made-up?" Courts made-up?"

Daniel liked this so much that he paid her more than it was probably worth. "Now, you say that there is a Wine-Clubb?"

"Yes, sir, Monday nights. And Beer-Clubb Thursdays. Leastwise, men gather and drink, and call it a Clubb."

"Prisoners or visitors or-"

"Both."

"So it is finished at ten of the clock?"

The woman had no idea what Daniel was on about, so he had to explain: "At that hour, the turnkeys call 'strangers all out,' do they not?"

"What matters it, if they do? The Clubbs roar until one or two in the morning, sir, and then they disperse to apartments, and carry on through sunrise."

Daniel slid her another coin, feeling stupid in retrospect. For everyone said this was the greatest brothel in London, and how could such a thing be, if everyone really was shooed away at ten?

"Of the Wine-Clubb and the Beer-Clubb, which is the loudest?"

"Loudest? Wine-Clubb, loud early, quiet late. Beer-Clubb, other way round, know-what-I-mean."

"Do the soldiers ever partake?" asked Daniel, nodding at the tents.

"Ooh, every so often a pair of 'em'll nip round for a pint," she said, "but it's been dicey, 'tween us 'n' them, know-what-I-mean-"

"Because of the Steward's legal proceedings."

"Yeah. Yeah. That's it."

"How can they sleep, in those tents, with all of the noise from the tap-room nearby?"

"They can't. But sleep's always a problem in the Fleet," she said, "for them as have ambitions of sleepin', know-what-I-mean."

"I know precisely what you mean, madame," said Daniel, sliding a final coin. "Do take this and buy some cotton to stuff in your ears."

"Thank you ever so kindly, sir," she said, backing away. "Hope to see you on Monday or Thursday evening, as you prefer."

"IF THIS GETS ANY EASIER," said Daniel to Saturn, "I shall feel a bit let down." said Daniel to Saturn, "I shall feel a bit let down."

"It doesn't look easy to me! Have you seen the locks on that dungeon?"

"It shall be as easy as throwing a party," Daniel returned. "Now, come-let's go out-supposing that the turnkeys will let us!-and look for real estate on Fleet Lane."

Saturn looked gloomier than usual.

"What, the idea doesn't please you?"

"It is no more displeasing than any of your other recent notions," said Peter Hoxton, Esq.

"Is that your idea of diplomacy?"

"It is the best I can muster just now. You should not have looked in Hockley-in-the-Hole, if you sought a diplomat."

"Then as long as we are being blunt," said Daniel, "this is as good a time as any for me to inform you that I know you made the Infernal Devices for Jack."

"Was wondering," said Peter Hoxton, motionless and red.

"I had suspected, but it became more than obvious in July, when you crafted that excellent snare that caught de Gex."

Peter Hoxton commenced inhaling now, and, over the next quarter-minute or so, drew into his lungs a few hogsheads of air, and grew and grew until it seemed his ribcage was going to press up against the building to one side and the wall to the other, and begin cracking the masonry. But finally he reached his limit, and let all of the air out in a whistling hurricanoe.

"Was wondering," he repeated, as if he'd only been trying the phrase on for size, the first time he'd said it. "Have been on tenterhooks, a bit."

"I know you have."

"I am gratified" said Saturn, cheris.h.i.+ng this word, "gratified that you did not simply prosecute prosecute me." me."

"No one was killed," Daniel pointed out. "The explosions did not continue."

"One of the reasons I sought you out in the first place, you know, was that..."

"You wanted to keep an eye on me, and my investigation."

"Oh, to be sure, but also because..."

"You felt bad that you'd had a hand in Blowing me Up."

"Yes-exactly! It's as if you read my mind."

"I read your face, your manner, which is what a Father Confessor is supposed supposed to do. What do you know concerning the Pyx?" to do. What do you know concerning the Pyx?"

"I opened it. Jack took some things out, placed others in."

"What did Jack put in? Was it fine gold? Or allayed with base metal?"

Saturn shrugged. "I sometimes purchase gold to make watches," he said, "but that is all I know of gold."

After this Daniel was silent for such a long time that Saturn progressed through diverse stages of irritability, nervousness, and melancholy. He looked up and regarded the Fleet Prison. "Would you like me to go yonder and pick out a cell, then, or-"

"Wrong place for Infernal Device makers. You would find the company of debtors tedious. You would fall to drinking." Daniel pushed himself to his feet and drained his coffee, which had been tepid when served and was cold now. "Now, about that real estate," said Daniel. "My life began getting really complicated round the time the King of England blew up my house, and killed my dad; now I may have to blow up another house to make things simple again; if so, I'll need a man of your skills."

Saturn finally stood up. "That, at least, is more interesting than what we have been doing, and so I shall join you."

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