the path of the king-第32部分
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〃Up with him； then；〃 said Oates。
Prance and Bedloe swung the corpse on their shoulders and moved out； while the doctor； gripping Lovel's arm like a vice； followed at a little distance。
The Savoy was very quiet that night； and very dark。 The few loiterers who observed the procession must have shrugged their shoulders and turned aside； zealous only to keep out of trouble。 Such sights were not uncommon in the Savoy。 They entered a high ruinous house on the east side； and after threading various passages reached a door which opened on a flight of broken steps where it was hard for more than one to pass at a time。 Lovel heard the carriers of the dead grunting as they squeezed up with their burden。 At the top another door gave on an outhouse in the yard of Somerset House between the stables and the west water…gate。 。 。 。 Lovel； as he stumbled after them with Oates' bulk dragging at his arm； was in a confusion of mind such as his mean time…serving life had never known。
He was in mortal fear； and yet his quaking heart would suddenly be braced by a gust of anger。 He knew he was a rogue； but there were limits to roguery； and something in himconscience； maybe； or forgotten gentilitysickened at this outrage。 He had an impulse to defy them； to gain the street and give the alarm to honest men。 These fellows were going to construct a crime in their own way which would bring death to the innocent。 。 。 。 Mr。 Lovel trembled at himself； and had to think hard on his family in the Billingsgate attic to get back to his common…sense。 He would not be believed if he spoke out。 Oates would only swear that he was the culprit； and Oates had the ear of the courts and the mob。 Besides ； he had too many dark patches in his past。 It was not for such as he to be finicking。
The body was pushed under an old truckle…bed which stood in the corner； and a mass of frails； such as gardeners use； flung over it for concealment。 Oates rubbed his hands。
〃The good work goes merrily；〃 he said。 〃Sir Edmund dead； and for a week the good fawk of London are a…fevered。 Then the haarrid discovery； and such a Praatestant uprising as will shake the maightiest from his pairch。 Wonderful are Goad's ways and surprising His jaidgements！ Every step must be weighed； since it is the Laard's business。 Five days we must give this city to grow uneasy； and then 。 。 。 The boady will be safe here？〃
〃I alone have the keys；〃 said Prance。
The doctor counted on his thick fingers。 〃MondayTuesdayWaidnesdayaye； Waidneday's the day。 Captain Bedloe； ye have chairge of the removal。 Before dawn by the water…gate； and then a chair and a trusty man to cairry it to the plaace of discovery。 Ye have appainted the spoat？〃
〃Any ditch in the Marylebone fields；〃 said Bedloe。
〃And before ye remove iton the Tuesday naight haplyye will run the boady through with his swaardSir Edmund's swaard。〃
〃So you tell me；〃 said Bedloe gruffly； 〃but I see no reason in it。 The foolishest apothecary will be able tell how the man met his death。〃
Oates grinned and laid his finger to his nose。 〃Ye laack subtelty； fraiend。 The priests of Baal must be met with their own waipons。 Look ye。 This poor man is found with his swaard in his braist。 He has killed himself； says the fool。 Not so； say the apothecaries。 Then why the swaard〃 asks the coroner。 Because of the daivilish cunning of his murderers； says Doctor Taitus Oates。 A clear proof that the Jaisuits are in it； says every honest Praatistant。 D'ye take me？〃
Bedloe declared with oaths his admiration of the Doctor's wit； and good humour filled the hovel； All but Lovel； who once again was wrestling with something elemental in him that threatened to ruin every thing。 He remembered the bowed stumbling figure that had gone before him in the Marylebone meadows。 Then he had been its enemy； now by a queer contortion of the mind he thought of himself as the only protector of that cold clay under the bedhonoured in life； but in death a poor pawn in a rogue's cause。 He stood a little apart from the others near the door； and his eyes sought it furtively。 He was not in the plot； and yet the plotters did not trouble about him。 They assumed his complaisance。 Doubtless they knew his shabby past。
He was roused by Oates' voice。 The Doctor was arranging his plan of campaign with gusto。 Bedloe was to disappear to the West Country till the time came for him to offer his evidence。 Prance was to go about his peaceful trade till Bedloe gave him the cue。 It was a masterly stratagemBedloe to start the ball； Prance to be accused as accomplice and then on his own account to give the other scoundrel corroboration。
〃Attend； you sir；〃 the doctor shouted to Lovel。 〃Ye will be called to swear to the murderers whom this haanest man will name。 If ye be a true Praatestant ye will repeat the laisson I taich you。 If not； ye will be set down as one of the villains and the good fawk of this city will tear the limbs from ye at my nod。 Be well advaised； my friend； for I hold ye in my haand。〃 And Oates raised a great paw and opened and shut it。
Lovel mumbled assent。 Fear had again descended on him。 He heard dimly the Doctor going over the names of those to be accused。
〃Ye must bring in one of the sairvants of this place；〃 he said。 〃Some common paarter； who has no friends。〃
〃Trust me；〃 said Prance。 〃I will find a likely fellow among the Queen's household。 I have several in my mind for the honour。〃
〃Truly the plaace is a nest of Paapists；〃 said Oates。 〃And not such as you； Mr。 Prance； who putt England before the Paape。 Ye are worth a score of Praatestants to the good caause； and it will be remaimbered。 Be assured it will be remaimbered。 。 。 。 Ye are clear about the main villains？ Walsh； you say； and Pritchard and the man called Le Fevre？〃
〃The last most of all。 But they are sharp…nosed as hounds； and unless we go wiarily they will give us the slip； and we must fall back on lesser game。〃
〃Le Fevre。〃 Oates mouthed the name。 〃The Queen's confessor。 I was spit upon by him at St。 Omer； and would waipe out the affront。 A dog of a Frainch priest！ A man I have long abhaarred。〃
〃So also have I。〃 Prance had venom in his level voice。 〃But he is no Frenchman。 He is English as youa Phayre out of Huntingdon。〃
The name penetrated Lovel's dulled wits。 Phayre！ It was the one man who in his father's life had shown him unselfish kindness。 Long ago in Paris this Phayre had been his teacher； had saved him from starvation； had treated him with a gentleman's courtesy。 Even his crimes had not estranged this friend。 Phayre had baptized his child； and tended his wife when he was in hiding。 But a week ago he had spoken a kindly word in the Mall to one who had rarely a kind word from an honest man。
That day had been to the spy a revelation of odd corners in his soul。 He had mustered in the morning the resolution to kill one man。 Now he discovered a scruple which bade him at all risks avert the killing of another。 He perceived very clearly what the decision meantdesperate peril； perhaps ruin and death。 He dare not delay； for in a little he would be too deep in the toils。 He must escape and be first with the news of Godfrey's death in some potent quarter。 Buckingham； who was a great prince。 Or Danby。 Or the King himself。 。 。 。
The cunning of a lifetime failed him in that moment。 He slipped through the door； but his coat caught in a splinter of wood； and the rending of it gave the alarm。 As with quaking heart he ran up the silent stable…yard towards the Strand gate he felt close on him the wind of the pursuit。 In the dark he slipped on a patch of horse…dung and was down。 Something heavy fell atop of him； and the next second a gross agony tore the breath from him。
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Five minutes later Bedloe was unknotting a coarse kerchief and stuffing it into his pocket。 It was the same that had strangled Godfrey
〃A good riddance；〃 said Oates。 〃The fool had seen too much and would have proved but a saarry witness。 Now by the mairciful dispensation of Goad he has ceased to trouble us。 Ye know him； Captain Bedloe？〃
A Papistical cur； and white…livered at that；〃 the bravo answered。
〃And his boady？ It must be praamptly disposed of。〃
〃An easy task。 There is the Savoy water…gate and in an hour the tide will run。 He has no friends to inquire after him。〃
Oates rubbed his hands and cast his eyes upward。 Great are the doings of the Laard；〃 he said； 〃and wonderful in our saight！〃
CHAPTER 11。 THE LIT CHAMBER
He was hoisted on his horse by an ostler and two local sots from the tap…room； his valise was strapped none too securely before him； and with a farewell； which was meant to be gracious but was only foolish； he tittuped into the rain。 He was as drunk as an owl； though he did not know it。 All afternoon he had been mixing strong Cumberland ale with the brandy he had got from the Solway free…traders； and by five o'clock had reached that state when he saw the world all gilt and rosy and himself as an applauded actor on a splendid stage。 He had talked grandly to his fellow topers； and opened to their rustic wits a glimpse of the great world。 They had bowed to a master； even those slow Cumbrians who admired little but fat cattle and blood horses。 He had made a sensation； had seen wonder and respect in dull eyes； and tasted for a moment that esteem which he had singularly failed to find elsewhere。
But he had been prudent。 The Mr。 Gilbert Craster who had been travelling on secret business in Nithsdale and the Ayrshire moorlands had not been revealed in the change…house of Newbigging。 There he had passed by the name； long since disused； of Gabriel Lovel； which happened to be his true one。 It was a needful ；precaution； for the times were crooked。 Even in a Border hamlet the name of Craster might be known and since for the present it had a Whig complexion it was well to go warily in a place where feeling ran high and at an hour when the Jacobites were on the march。 But that other name of Lovel was buried deep in the forgotten scandal of London by…streets。
The gentleman late re…christened Lovel had for the moment no grudge against life。 He was in the pay of a great man； no less than the lord Duke of Marlborough； and he considered that he was e
