Vingt ans après. English

  68. Cromwell's House.

  It was, in fact, Mordaunt whom D'Artagnan had followed, without knowingit. On entering the house he had taken off his mask and imitation beard,then, mounting a staircase, had opened a door, and in a room lighted bya single lamp found himself face to face with a man seated behind adesk.

  This man was Cromwell.

  Cromwell had two or three of these retreats in London, unknown except tothe most intimate of his friends. Mordaunt was among these.

  "It is you, Mordaunt," he said. "You are late."

  "General, I wished to see the ceremony to the end, which delayed me."

  "Ah! I scarcely thought you were so curious as that."

  "I am always curious to see the downfall of your honor's enemies, and hewas not among the least of them. But you, general, were you not atWhitehall?"

  "No," said Cromwell.

  There was a moment's silence.

  "Have you had any account of it?"

  "None. I have been here since the morning. I only know that there was aconspiracy to rescue the king."

  "Ah, you knew that?" said Mordaunt.

  "It matters little. Four men, disguised as workmen, were to get the kingout of prison and take him to Greenwich, where a vessel was waiting."

  "And knowing all that, your honor remained here, far from the city,tranquil and inactive."

  "Tranquil, yes," replied Cromwell. "But who told you I was inactive?"

  "But--if the plot had succeeded?"

  "I wished it to do so."

  "I thought your excellence considered the death of Charles I. as amisfortune necessary to the welfare of England."

  "Yes, his death; but it would have been more seemly not upon thescaffold."

  "Why so?" asked Mordaunt.

  Cromwell smiled. "Because it could have been said that I had had himcondemned for the sake of justice and had let him escape out of pity."

  "But if he had escaped?"

  "Impossible; my precautions were taken."

  "And does your honor know the four men who undertook to rescue him?"

  "The four Frenchmen, of whom two were sent by the queen to her husbandand two by Mazarin to me."

  "And do you think Mazarin commissioned them to act as they have done?"

  "It is possible. But he will not avow it."

  "How so?"

  "Because they failed."

  "Your honor gave me two of these Frenchmen when they were only guilty offighting for Charles I. Now that they are guilty of a conspiracy againstEngland will your honor give me all four of them?"

  "Take them," said Cromwell.

  Mordaunt bowed with a smile of triumphant ferocity.

  "Did the people shout at all?" Cromwell asked.

  "Very little, except 'Long live Cromwell!'"

  "Where were you placed?"

  Mordaunt tried for a moment to read in the general's face if this wassimply a useless question, or whether he knew everything. But hispiercing eyes could by no means penetrate the sombre depths ofCromwell's.

  "I was so situated as to hear and see everything," he answered.

  It was now Cromwell's turn to look fixedly at Mordaunt, and Mordaunt tomake himself impenetrable.

  "It appears," said Cromwell, "that this improvised executioner did hisduty remarkably well. The blow, so they tell me at least, was struckwith a master's hand."

  Mordaunt remembered that Cromwell had told him he had had no detailedaccount, and he was now quite convinced that the general had beenpresent at the execution, hidden behind some screen or curtain.

  "In fact," said Mordaunt, with a calm voice and immovable countenance,"a single blow sufficed."

  "Perhaps it was some one in that occupation," said Cromwell.

  "Do you think so, sir? He did not look like an executioner."

  "And who else save an executioner would have wished to fill thathorrible office?"

  "But," said Mordaunt, "it might have been some personal enemy of theking, who had made a vow of vengeance and accomplished it in this way.Perhaps it was some man of rank who had grave reasons for hating thefallen king, and who, learning that the king was about to flee andescape him, threw himself in the way, with a mask on his face and an axein his hand, not as substitute for the executioner, but as an ambassadorof Fate."

  "Possibly."

  "And if that were the case would your honor condemn his action?"

  "It is not for me to judge. It rests between his conscience and hisGod."

  "But if your honor knew this man?"

  "I neither know nor wish to know him. Provided Charles is dead, it isthe axe, not the man, we must thank."

  "And yet, without the man, the king would have been rescued."

  Cromwell smiled.

  "They would have carried him to Greenwich," he said, "and put him onboard a felucca with five barrels of powder in the hold. Once out tosea, you are too good a politician not to understand the rest,Mordaunt."

  "Yes, they would have all been blown up."

  "Just so. The explosion would have done what the axe had failed to do.Men would have said that the king had escaped human justice and beenovertaken by God's. You see now why I did not care to know yourgentleman in the mask; for really, in spite of his excellent intentions,I could not thank him for what he has done."

  Mordaunt bowed humbly. "Sir," he said, "you are a profound thinker andyour plan was sublime."

  "Say absurd, since it has become useless. The only sublime ideas inpolitics are those which bear fruit. So to-night, Mordaunt, go toGreenwich and ask for the captain of the felucca Lightning. Show him awhite handkerchief knotted at the four corners and tell the crew todisembark and carry the powder back to the arsenal, unless, indeed----"

  "Unless?" said Mordaunt, whose face was lighted by a savage joy asCromwell spoke:

  "This skiff might be of use to you for personal projects."

  "Oh, my lord, my lord!"

  "That title," said Cromwell, laughing, "is all very well here, but takecare a word like that does not escape your lips in public."

  "But your honor will soon be called so generally."

  "I hope so, at least," said Cromwell, rising and putting on his cloak.

  "You are going, sir?"

  "Yes," said Cromwell. "I slept here last night and the night before, andyou know it is not my custom to sleep three times in the same bed."

  "Then," said Mordaunt, "your honor gives me my liberty for to-night?"

  "And even for all day to-morrow, if you want it. Since last evening," headded, smiling, "you have done enough in my service, and if you have anypersonal matters to settle it is just that I should give you time."

  "Thank you, sir; it will be well employed, I hope."

  Cromwell turned as he was going.

  "Are you armed?" he asked.

  "I have my sword."

  "And no one waiting for you outside?"

  "No."

  "Then you had better come with me."

  "Thank you, sir, but the way by the subterranean passage would take toomuch time and I have none to lose."

  Cromwell placed his hand on a hidden handle and opened a door so wellconcealed by the tapestry that the most practiced eye could not havediscovered it. It closed after him with a spring. This door communicatedwith a subterranean passage, leading under the street to a grotto in thegarden of a house about a hundred yards from that of the futureProtector.

  It was just before this that Grimaud had perceived the two men seatedtogether.

  D'Artagnan was the first to recover from his surprise.

  "Mordaunt," he cried. "Ah! by Heaven! it is God Himself who sent ushere."

  "Yes," said Porthos, "let us break the door in and fall upon him."

  "No," replied D'Artagnan, "no noise. Now, Grimaud, you come here, climbup to the window again and tell us if Mordaunt is alone and whether heis preparing to go out or go to bed. If he comes out we shall catch him.If he stays in we will break in the window. It is easier and less noisythan the door."


  Grimaud began to scale the wall again.

  "Keep guard at the other door, Athos and Aramis. Porthos and I will stayhere."

  The friends obeyed.

  "He is alone," said Grimaud.

  "We did not see his companion come out."

  "He may have gone by the other door."

  "What is he doing?"

  "Putting on his cloak and gloves."

  "He's ours," muttered D'Artagnan.

  Porthos mechanically drew his dagger from the scabbard.

  "Put it up again, my friend," said D'Artagnan. "We must proceed in anorderly manner."

  "Hush!" said Grimaud, "he is coming out. He has put out the lamp, I cansee nothing now."

  "Get down then and quickly."

  Grimaud leaped down. The snow deadened the noise of his fall.

  "Now go and tell Athos and Aramis to stand on each side of the door andclap their hands if they catch him. We will do the same."

  The next moment the door opened and Mordaunt appeared on the threshold,face to face with D'Artagnan. Porthos clapped his hands and the othertwo came running around. Mordaunt was livid, but he uttered no cry norcalled for assistance. D'Artagnan quietly pushed him in again, and bythe light of a lamp on the staircase made him ascend the steps backwardone by one, keeping his eyes all the time on Mordaunt's hands, who,however, knowing that it was useless, attempted no resistance. At lastthey stood face to face in the very room where ten minutes beforeMordaunt had been talking to Cromwell.

  Porthos came up behind, and unhooking the lamp on the staircase relitthat in the room. Athos and Aramis entered last and locked the doorbehind them.

  "Oblige me by taking a seat," said D'Artagnan, pushing a chair towardMordaunt, who sat down, pale but calm. Aramis, Porthos and D'Artagnandrew their chairs near him. Athos alone kept away and sat in thefurthest corner of the room, as if determined to be merely a spectatorof the proceedings. He seemed to be quite overcome. Porthos rubbed hishands in feverish impatience. Aramis bit his lips till the blood came.

  D'Artagnan alone was calm, at least in appearance.

  "Monsieur Mordaunt," he said, "since, after running after one another solong, chance has at last brought us together, let us have a littleconversation, if you please."