Five guineas. Heres a couple in hand.
Faix, then well do it in style, cried the fellow. Once in this chair, yer honr, and Ill warrant hell not get out so aisily as Jack Sheppard did from the New Prisn.
Hold your tongue, sirrah, rejoined Shotbolt, not over-pleased by the remark, and mind what I tell you. Ah! whats that? he exclaimed, as some one brushed hastily past him. If I hadnt just left him, I could have sworn it was Mrs. Spurlings sooty imp, Caliban.
Having seen the chairmen concealed in the entry, Shotbolt proceeded to Mr. Kneebones habitation, the shutters of which were closed, and knocked at the door. The summons was instantly answered by a shop-boy.
Is your master at home? inquired the jailer.
He is, replied a portly personage, arrayed in a gorgeous yellow brocade dressing-gown, lined with cherry-coloured satin, and having a crimson velvet cap, surmounted by a gold tassel, on his head. My name is Kneebone, added the portly personage, stepping forward. What do you want with me?
A word in private, replied the other.
Stand aside, Tom, commanded Kneebone. Now Sir, he added, glancing suspiciously at the applicant your business?
My business is to acquaint you that Jack Sheppard has escaped, Mr. Kneebone, returned Shotbolt.
The deuce he has! Why, its only a few hours since I beheld him chained down with half a hundred weight of iron, in the strongest ward at Newgate. Its almost incredible. Are you sure youre not misinformed, Sir?
I was in the Lodge at the time, replied the jailer.
Then, of course, you must know. Well, its scarcely credible. When I gave him an invitation to supper, I little thought hed accept it. But, egad! I believe he will.
Im convinced of it, replied Shotbolt; and it was on that very account I came here. And he proceeded to unfold his scheme to the woollen-draper.
Well, Sir, said Kneebone, when the other concluded, I shall certainly not oppose his capture, but, at the same time, Ill lend you no assistance. If he keeps his word, Ill keep mine. You must wait till suppers over.
As you please, Sir,provided you dont let him off.
That Ill engage not to do. Ive another reason for supposing hell pay me a visit. I refused to sign a petition in his behalf to the Recorder; not from any ill-will to him, but because it was prepared by a person whom I particularly dislikeCaptain Darrell.
A very sufficient reason, answered the jailer.
Tom, continued Kneebone, calling to the shop-boy, dont go home. I may want you. Light the lantern. And, if you hear any odd noise in the parlour, dont mind it.
Not in the least, Sir, replied Tom, in a drowsy tone, and with a look seeming to imply that he was too much accustomed to odd noises at night to heed them.
Now, step this way, Mr. Whats-your-name?
Shotbolt, Sir, replied the jailer.
Very well, Mr. Slipshod; follow me. And he led the way to an inner room, in the middle of which stood a table, covered with a large white cloth.
Jack Sheppard knows this house, I believe, Sir, observed Shotbolt.
Every inch of it, replied the woollen-draper. He ought to do, seeing that he served his apprenticeship in it to Mr. Wood, by whom it was formerly occupied. His name is carved upon a beam up stairs.
Indeed! said Shotbolt. Where can I hide myself? he added, glancing round the room in search of a closet.
Under the table. The cloth nearly touches the floor. Give me your staff. Itll be in your way.
Suppose he brings Blueskin, or some other ruffian with him, hesitated the jailer.
Suppose he does. In that case Ill help you. We shall be equally matched. Youre not afraid, Mr. Shoplatch.
Not in the least, replied Shotbolt, creeping beneath the table; theres my staff. Am I quite hidden?
Not quite;keep your feet in. Mind you dont stir till suppers over. Ill stamp twice when weve done.
I forgot to mention theres a trifling reward for his capture, cried Shotbolt, popping his head from under the cloth. If we take him, I dont mind giving you a sharesay a fourthprovided you lend a helping hand.
Curse your reward! exclaimed Kneebone, angrily. Do you take me for a thief-catcher, like Jonathan Wild, that you dare to affront me by such a proposal?
No offence, Sir, rejoined the jailer, humbly. I didnt imagine for a moment that youd accept it, but I thought it right to make you the offer.
Be silent, and conceal yourself. Im about to ring for supper.
The woollen-drapers application to the bell was answered by a very pretty young woman, with dark Jewish features, roguish black eyes, sleek glossy hair, a trim waist, and a remarkably neat figure: the very model, in short, of a bachelors housekeeper.
Rachel, said Mr. Kneebone, addressing his comely attendant; put a few more plates on the table, and bring up whatever there is in the larder. I expect company.
Company! echoed Rachel; at this time of night?
Company, child, repeated Kneebone. I shall want a bottle or two of sack, and a flask of usquebaugh.
Anything else, Sir?
No:stay! youd better not bring up any silver forks or spoons.
Why, surely you dont think your guests would steal them, observed Rachel, archly.
They shant have the opportunity, replied Kneebone. And, by way of checking his housekeepers familiarity, he pointed significantly to the table.
Whos there? cried Rachel. Ill see. And before she could be prevented, she lifted up the cloth, and disclosed Shotbolt. Oh, Gemini! she exclaimed. A man!
At your service, my dear, replied the jailer.
Now your curiositys satisfied, child, continued Kneebone, perhaps, youll attend to my orders.
Not a little perplexed by the mysterious object she had seen, Rachel left the room, and, shortly afterwards returned with the materials of a tolerably good supper;to wit, a couple of cold fowls, a tongue, the best part of a sirloin of beef, a jar of pickles, and two small dishes of pastry. To these she added the wine and spirits directed, and when all was arranged looked inquisitively at her master.
I expect a very extraordinary person to supper, Rachel, he remarked.
The gentleman under the table, she answered. He does seem a very extraordinary person.
No; another still more extraordinary.
Indeed!who is it?
Jack Sheppard.
What! the famous housebreaker. I thought he was in Newgate.
Hes let out for a few hours, laughed Kneebone; but hes going back again after supper.
Oh, dear! how I should like to see him. Im told hes so handsome.
Im sorry I cant indulge you, replied her master, a little piqued. I shall want nothing more. You had better go to bed.
Its no use going to bed, answered Rachel. I shant sleep a wink while Jack Sheppards in the house.
Keep in your own room, at all events, rejoined Kneebone.
Very well, said Rachel, with a toss of her pretty head, very well. Ill have a peep at him, if I die for it, she muttered, as she went out.
Mr. Kneebone, then, sat down to await the arrival of his expected guest. Half an hour passed, but Jack did not make his appearance. The woollen-draper looked at his watch. It was eleven oclock. Another long interval elapsed. The watch was again consulted. It was now a quarter past twelve. Mr. Kneebone, who began to feel sleepy, wound it up, and snuffed the candles.
I suspect our friend has thought better of it, and wont come, he remarked.
Have a little patience, Sir, rejoined the jailer.
How are you off there, Shoplatch? inquired Kneebone. Rather cramped, eh?
Rather so, Sir, replied the other, altering his position. I shall be able to stretch my limbs presentlyha! ha!
Hush! cried Kneebone, I hear a noise without. Hes coming.
The caution was scarcely uttered, when the door opened, and Jack Sheppard presented himself. He was wrapped in a laced roquelaure, which he threw off on his entrance into the room. It has been already intimated that Jack had an excessive passion for finery; and it might have been added, that the chief part of his ill-gotten gains was devoted to the embellishment of his person. On the present occasion, he appeared to have bestowed more than ordinary attention on his toilette. His apparel was sumptuous in the extreme, and such as was only worn by persons of the highest distinction. It consisted of a full-dress coat of brown flowered velvet, laced with silver; a waistcoat of white satin, likewise richly embroidered; shoes with red heels, and large diamond buckles; pearl-coloured silk stockings with gold clocks; a muslin cravat, or steen-kirk, as it was termed, edged with the fine point lace; ruffles of the same material, and so ample as almost to hide the tips of his fingers; and a silver-hilted sword. This costume, though somewhat extravagant, displayed his slight, but perfectly-proportioned figure to the greatest advantage. The only departure which he made from the fashion of the period, was in respect to the perukean article he could never be induced to wear. In lieu of it, he still adhered to the sleek black crop, which, throughout life, formed a distinguishing feature in his appearance. Ever since the discovery of his relationship to the Trenchard family, a marked change had taken place in Jacks demeanour and looks, which were so much refined and improved that he could scarcely be recognised as the same person. Having only seen him in the gloom of a dungeon, and loaded with fetters, Kneebone had not noticed this alteration: but he was now greatly struck by it. Advancing towards him, he made him a formal salutation, which was coldly returned.
I am expected, I find, observed Jack, glancing at the well-covered board.
You are, replied Kneebone. When I heard of your escape, I felt sure I should see you.
You judged rightly, rejoined Jack; I never yet broke an engagement with friend or foeand never will.
A bold resolution, said the woollen-draper. You must have made some exertion to keep your present appointment. Few men could have done as much.
Perhaps not, replied Jack, carelessly. I would have done more, if necessary.
Well, take a chair, rejoined Kneebone. Ive waited supper, you perceive.
First, let me introduce my friends, returned Jack, stepping to the door.
Friends! echoed Kneebone, with a look of dismay. My invitation did not extend to them.
Further remonstrance, however, was cut short by the sudden entrance of Mrs. Maggot and Edgeworth Bess. Behind them stalked Blueskin, enveloped in a rough great-coat, calledappropriately enough in this instance,a wrap-rascal. Folding his arms, he placed his back against the door, and burst into a loud laugh. The ladies were, as usual, very gaily dressed; and as usual, also, had resorted to art to heighten their attractions
From patches, justly placed, they borrowd graces,
And with vermilion lacquerd oer their faces.
Edgeworth Bess wore a scarlet tabby negligée,a sort of undress, or sack, then much in vogue,which suited her to admiration, and upon her head had what was called a fly-cap, with richly-laced lappets. Mrs. Maggot was equipped in a light blue riding-habit, trimmed with silver, a hunting-cap and a flaxen peruke, and, instead of a whip, carried a stout cudgel.
For a moment, Kneebone had hesitated about giving the signal to Shotbolt, but, thinking a more favourable opportunity might occur, he determined not to hazard matters by undue precipitation. Placing chairs, therefore, he invited the ladies to be seated, and, paying a similar attention to Jack, began to help to the various dishes, and otherwise fulfil the duties of a host. While this was going on, Blueskin, seeing no notice whatever taken of him, coughed loudly and repeatedly. But finding his hints totally disregarded, he, at length, swaggered up to the table, and thrust in a chair.
Excuse me, he said, plunging his fork into a fowl, and transferring it to his plate. This tongue looks remarkably nice, he added, slicing off an immense wedge, excuse meho! ho!
You make yourself at home, I perceive, observed Kneebone, with a look of ineffable disgust.
I generally do, replied Blueskin, pouring out a bumper of sack. Your health, Kneebone.
Allow me to offer you a glass of usquebaugh, my dear, said Kneebone, turning from him, and regarding Edgeworth Bess with a stare so impertinent, that even that not over-delicate young lady summoned up a blush.
With pleasure, Sir, replied Edgeworth Bess. Dear me! she added, as she pledged the amorous woollen-draper, what a beautiful ring that is.
Do you think so? replied Kneebone, taking it off, and placing it on her finger, which he took the opportunity of kissing at the same time; wear it for my sake.
Oh, dear! simpered Edgeworth Bess, endeavouring to hide her confusion by looking steadfastly at her plate.
You dont eat, continued Kneebone, addressing Jack, who had remained for some time thoughtful, and pre-occupied with his head upon his hand.
The Captain has seldom much appetite, replied Blueskin, who, having disposed of the fowl, was commencing a vigorous attack upon the sirloin. I eat for both.
So it seems, observed the woollen-draper, and for every one else, too.
I say, Kneebone, rejoined Blueskin, as he washed down an immense mouthful with another bumper, do you recollect how nearly Mr. Wild and I were nabbing you in this very room, some nine years ago?
I do, replied Kneebone; and now, he added, aside, the case is altered. Im nearly nabbing you.
A good deal has occurred since then, eh, Captain! said Blueskin, nudging Jack.
Much that I would willingly forget. Nothing that I desire to remember, replied Sheppard, sternly. On that night,in this room,in your presence, Blueskin,in yours Mr. Kneebone, Mrs. Wood struck me a blow which made me a robber.
She has paid dearly for it, muttered Blueskin.
She has, rejoined Sheppard. But I wish her hand had been as deadly as yours. On that night,that fatal night,Winifred crushed all the hopes that were rising in my heart. On that night, I surrendered myself to Jonathan Wild, and becamewhat I am.
On that night, you first met me, love, said Edgeworth Bess, endeavouring to take his hand, which he coldly withdrew.
And me, added Mrs. Maggot tenderly.
Would I had never seen either of you! cried Jack, rising and pacing the apartment with a hurried step.
Well, Im sure Winifred could never have loved you as well as I do, said Mrs. Maggot.
You! cried Jack, scornfully. Do you compare your lovea love which all may purchasewith hers? No one has ever loved me.
Except me, dear, insinuated Edgeworth Bess. Ive been always true to you.