Boycotted Part 22
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"Oh," said he pleasantly, "you're the young party, are you? Come, cheer up. You've got to be tried first. The fact is, they couldn't find the regular police, and asked me to step up for you. Come, my lad," said he, proceeding to pinion me with the cord in his hand, "this will brace you up wonderfully. You may depend on me to do the job neatly. I've just invented a new noose, and have been wanting a light weight to try it on, so you're in luck. Come along, and don't keep them waiting."
And he proceeded to conduct me to the Chamber of Horrors. As we pa.s.sed along the hall, one or two of the figures nodded to us; and Oliver Cromwell requested in Marwood to let him know when his part of the business was going to begin, as he should like to be present.
"I don't care about the trial, you know," said he. "Seen plenty of that sort of thing. But I'd like to see how you do your job, you know; so don't forget." And he slipped a s.h.i.+lling into Marwood's hand.
"You've no idea of the civility I receive from some of these gentlemen,"
said the latter to me with emotion. "Little drops of kindness like this always touch me. You shall have a little drop too, my boy, presently."
I tried feebly to laugh at the joke; but I couldn't, whereupon he got very sulky, and bundled me down the stairs without another word.
By the dim light of a few candles placed about the room I could see that the Chamber of Horrors was packed by a dense crowd of sightseers, who occupied seats on the floor of the court, and sat impatiently whispering together, expecting my arrival.
As I stumbled up the steps of the Old Bailey dock (where room had been made for me between Burke and Hare) the usual thrill of sensation pa.s.sed round the court. I could see Henry the Eighth and his wives opposite me in the small dock, while the other crowned heads jostled one another on the platform of the guillotine. There, too, was the old hermit peeping out through the bars of his cage, and the warder in charge of the condemned cell was sweeping his place out and changing the sheets on the bed.
"Now then," said Henry the Eighth, when all the bustle had subsided, "wire in, somebody! Let's begin."
"You'd better get a jury first," said King John. "That's one of the first things I insist upon in Magna Charta."
"Order in the court!" cried Henry, "and Magna Charta be bothered! I shall do as I like!"
"Do have a jury, love," said Catherine Parr; "it's _such_ fun when they come in with their verdict!"
"Oh, all right; have it your own way. I should have thought, though, I could come in with a verdict as well as they. Now then, you there!"
said he, addressing the convicts round me, "answer to your names."
And he proceeded to call the names out from the catalogue.
When a dozen had answered, Anne of Cleeves said, "That's enough, Henry dear; we've got twelve."
"Oh, have we?" said he. "You can have more if you like, you know; there's plenty left."
The ladies, however, decided that a dozen was enough, and the trial began.
"Prisoner at the bar," said Edward the Black Prince, who was acting as usher, "are you guilty or not guilty?"
"What's the use of asking him that," said Henry the Eighth, "when everybody knows, eh?"
John here began to explain that he had arranged the matter in Magna Charta, whereupon the judge exclaimed--
"Oh, gracious! if we're to have that up every two minutes I'll adjourn the court! Now, you there!" said he to me; "why don't you answer?"
I tried in dumb show to explain that I was not aware what I was being tried for; but as no one saw the point of my answer, I tremblingly pleaded "Not guilty."
"Oh," said Henry, growing very red in the face, "all right! Now, somebody, let's have the indictment!"
To my horror, I suddenly saw reflected on a screen, in large characters, at the far end of the room, my recent examination paper, with all my answers appended thereto! As I staggered back in terror, Henry laughed.
"Too late now," said he; "you've said `Not guilty', so you've got to be tried--got to be tried. Eh, what? Now start away; begin at the top.
What's that he says about Alfred the Great? Where is Alf, by the way?"
"Oh," said Edward the Third, "he can't come. The fact is, they've taken him and dressed him up as a French General, and he's so awfully busy, he says, you'd better let his part of the thing slide."
"All serene!" replied Henry. "Lucky job for you, prisoner. I know what a rage he'd be in over that toast-and-m.u.f.fin story you've been telling about him. He'd have done you brown, my boy, I can promise you! Never mind. Now let's go on to the next. Read it out, n.i.g.g.e.r."
Edward the Black Prince, who answered to this genial pet name, accordingly read--
"`William the Conqueror was a cruel tyrant. He made many homes desolate, and wrote Doomsday Book in the year 1087.'"
"There!" cried the Conqueror, coming to the rail of the guillotine and striking it in a pa.s.sion with his gauntlet; "what do you think of that?
_I_ wrote Doomsday Book! It's a lie. My lords and gentlemen of the jury, I can stand anything else, but when he says I wrote Doomsday Book, I say it's a lie, and I hope to see him hung!"
"Hanged," suggested Henry the First.
"All right, all right," said Henry the Eighth, "keep cool, and you shall see him hung, and Henry shall see him hanged. We'll oblige all parties.
So you mean to say, Willie, you never did such a thing?"
"No, never; I hope I know my place better," said the Conqueror; "and I'm surprised at you for asking such a question."
"Got that all down, n.i.g.g.e.r?" asked the judge.
"Yes. Forge ahead!" said the Black Prince. "Now we come to the next, `William the Second, surnamed Rufus, shot in the New Forest, by Walter Tyrrell.'"
"Eh?" shouted Rufus, pus.h.i.+ng his father aside, and coming to the front.
"What's that? Me shot by Walter? Me--"
"Do say _I_," suggested Henry the First.
The Red King rounded on him at once.
"Oh!" he cried, "it was you, then, was it? You're the one that did it!
I guessed as much! I knew you were at the bottom of it all along. What do you think of that, my lords and gentlemen?"
"The thing is," drawled Edward the Second, "did Walter--"
"Order in the court!" cried Henry the Eighth. "Kindly allow me to conduct my own case. All you've got to say, Rufus, is whether it's true what he says, that Walter Tyrrell shot you?"
"Him!" cried Rufus. "He couldn't hit a haystack a yard off, if he tried."
"Then he didn't do it? That's all right. Why couldn't you have said so at once? All down, n.i.g.g.e.r? That makes two lies. Now call up the next."
"Henry the First, surnamed Beauclerk, never smiled again after his son was lost, and died of a surfeit of lampreys," read the prince.
"Oh, those lampreys!" groaned Henry; "I am perfectly sick of them. I a.s.sure you, my lords and gentlemen, they were no more lampreys--"
"No, not after you'd done supper," growled Rufus.
"In that case, William," retorted Beauclerk, "I should have said `there,' and not `they.' But I do a.s.sure you, gentlemen, I never saw a lamprey in my life; and as for smiling again," added he, in quite an apologetic way, "I did it often, when n.o.body was by; _really I did_."
"Are you sure?" asked the judge. "Show us how you did it."
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