Part 16 (1/2)
”Of course.”
”Why do you ask, Doctor?” Arlanc said; an odd and rude thing for a porter to say to a Doctor.
”I phant'sied I had seen signs of his presence round the house on some Sunday evenings, and wondered if I were imagining things.”
”You have imagined nothing, Doctor. May I a.s.sist you up stairs?”
Doc, If you are reading this it means that the boy found you in Crane Court. You may wish to check your pockets, &c. If you are reading this it means that the boy found you in Crane Court. You may wish to check your pockets, &c.Know that a representative of mine is scheduled to partake of high tea with a friend of a friend of Mr. Teach on Thursday next. Inquiries will be made.I went to your hole in the ground and chased out two culls who had gone down there, and not for the usual purpose, viz. b.u.g.g.e.ry. I believe they mistook me for the Ghost of a Knight Templar, from which I conclude, they were cultivated men.Saturn Saturn, Saturn, Thank you for your diligence. It is what I would expect of an Horologist. Thank you for your diligence. It is what I would expect of an Horologist.Suppose I had come into possession of some odds and ends of yellow metal; then do you know any of the sort of men who would buy them from me? Any you particularly dislike? I ask purely as an academic exercise, on behalf of a noted Natural Philosopher.Dr. Waterhouse Isaac, Isaac, I can think of no better way to repay the hospitality you showed me at your house today, than to respectfully inform you that someone may be trying to Blow you Up. Whoever it is, would appear to be well acquainted with your habits. Consider varying them. I can think of no better way to repay the hospitality you showed me at your house today, than to respectfully inform you that someone may be trying to Blow you Up. Whoever it is, would appear to be well acquainted with your habits. Consider varying them.Your humble and obedient servant, Daniel Daniel P.S. Concerning the other topic of our discussion, I am making inquiries. P.S. Concerning the other topic of our discussion, I am making inquiries.
Crane Court, London 22 APRIL 1714.
...whereas here; all, as well Brandy as Wine, and all our strong compounded Drinks, such as stout Ale, Punch, Double-Beer, Fine-Ale, &c. are all drank to Excess, and that to such a Degree, as to become the Poison, as well of our Health as of our Morals; fatal to the Body, to Principles, and even to the Understanding; and we see daily Examples of Men of strong Bodies drinking themselves into the Grave; and which is still worse, Men of strong Heads, and good Judgment, drinking themselves into Idiotism and Stupidity....-DANIEL DEFOE,A Plan of the English Commerce A GUTTER RAN DOWN GUTTER RAN DOWN the centerline of Crane Court, in a weak bid to make Gravity do something useful. The slope was so feeble that when Daniel walked down to Fleet Street, he overtook a floating apple-core he'd tossed into it a quarter of an hour earlier, while standing in front of the Royal Society waiting for Saturn to appear. the centerline of Crane Court, in a weak bid to make Gravity do something useful. The slope was so feeble that when Daniel walked down to Fleet Street, he overtook a floating apple-core he'd tossed into it a quarter of an hour earlier, while standing in front of the Royal Society waiting for Saturn to appear.
Peter Hoxton nearly filled the archway. His hands were thrust in his waistcoat-pockets, his arms akimbo, giving his upper half the same general shape as the planet Saturn viewed through a telescope. He was smoking a clay-pipe whose stem was broken down to a mere knuckle-bone. As Daniel drew nearer, he took this out of his mouth and pitched it into the gutter; then froze, head bowed, as if a need to pray had suddenly come over him.
”Behold!” was the first thing he said to Daniel. ”Behold what runs in your gutter here!”
Daniel drew up beside him and followed his gaze down. Where Crane Court's gutter ran between Saturn's feet, a sump had been formed by settling of the earth under the stones. In the deepest parts of it, the net-work of crevices between stones was plotted in brilliant lines of liquid argent.
”Quicksilver,” Daniel said. ”Probably discarded from the Royal Society's laboratories.”
”Point to it!” Saturn suggested, still staring fixedly at the quicksilver net-work.
”I beg your pardon?”
”Point to the Royal Society, and make as if you're offering up some remark about it.”
Daniel uncertainly turned round and pointed up the center of Crane Court, though he omitted any feigned remarks. Saturn turned his head to look that way; peered blankly for a few moments; then turned his back on Daniel and shuffled off into Fleet Street.
Daniel took a few moments to catch up in traffic. The church-bells had struck six P.M. P.M. a few minutes ago. Fleet was deadly crowded. a few minutes ago. Fleet was deadly crowded.
”I phant'sied you'd have a hackney,” Daniel said, hoping to rein Saturn in by starting a conversation with him. ”I did mention that all expenses would be reimbursed...”
”No need,” Saturn returned, sowing the words back over his shoulder, ”the place is all of two hundred paces from here.” He was walking east on Fleet, glancing over his shoulder for openings between riders and coaches and wagons, sometimes trespa.s.sing in front of them to claim right-of-way. The general plan seemed to be that they would cross over to the south side.
”You had intimated it might be near by,” Daniel said, ”but I find it startling that a house of that type should lie so near to-to-”
”To a house of the Royal Society's type? Not at all, Doc. The streets of London are like bookshelves, you can as leave find unlike houses next to each other as find a picaroon-romance shelved alongside a Bible.”
”Why did you need for me to point at the Royal Society, just now?”
”So I might look at it.”
”I did not know one needed leave leave to look at it.” to look at it.”
”That is because you are used to the ways of Natural Philosophers, who are forever peering at whatever pleases them. There is a kind of arrogance in that, you are unawares of. In other walks of life, one does does need leave. And 'tis well we are having this talk en route to Hanging-Sword-Alley. For the ken we are going to is most certainly the sort where, Doc, you do need leave.” need leave. And 'tis well we are having this talk en route to Hanging-Sword-Alley. For the ken we are going to is most certainly the sort where, Doc, you do need leave.”
”Why, then, I'll have eyes only for you, Mr. Hoxton.”
They had come already to where Water Lane broke away to the right, and ran straight down to the river. Saturn made that turn, as if he meant to ramble down to White Friars Dock. The Lane was a straight and broad cleft separating two jumbled, mazy neighborhoods. On the right, the periphery of the Temple. Typical resident: a pract.i.tioner at law. On the left, the parish of St. Bride's. Typical resident: a woman who'd been arrested for prost.i.tution, thievery, or vagrancy and put to work pounding hemp at Bridewell. In his more peevish moments Daniel phant'sied that the only thing preventing those on the right and those on the left from coming together lewdly in the middle of the Lane, was the continual stream of redolent carts booming down it to eliminate their steaming loads upon Dung Wharf, which could be nosed a short distance ahead.
Water Lane was lined on both sides by post-Fire buildings, kept up in such a way as to give the casual stroller a frank and fair synopsis of the neighborhoods that spread behind them; which was to say that whenever Daniel walked down this way to the river, he hewed strictly to the right, or Temple, side, trailing a hand along shop-fronts as he went. When he was feeling bold, and was surrounded by well-dressed law-clerks and brawny, honest tradesmen, he would gaze across the way and disapprovingly regard the buildings on the left side.
There, between a certain p.a.w.n-shop and a certain tavern, stretched a narrow gap that reminded him of a missing tooth in a rotten jaw. He had always supposed that it was the result of an error by Robert Hooke, the late City Surveyor, who'd done his work sans flaw in the better neighborhoods, but who, when he got to this district, might possibly have been distracted by the charms of a Bridewell girl. Noting the sorts of people who came and went through that gap, Daniel had sometimes speculated as to what would befall him if he ever went in there, somewhat in the spirit of a seven-year-old boy wondering what would happen if he fell through the hole in an out-house.
When Saturn had entered Water Lane, he had gravitated to (inevitably) the left side, which caused Daniel to lose his bearings, as he'd never seen it from this perspective. The strolling, snuff-taking lawyers across the way looked doltish.
After just a few paces Saturn veered round a corner into a narrow, gloomy pa.s.s, and Daniel, wanting nothing more than to stay close, hurried after him. Not until they had penetrated ten paces into it did he turn round to look at the bright facades on the other side of Water Lane, far far away, and realize that they had gone into that same Gap he had oft wondered about.
It were just to describe his movements now as scurrying scurrying. He drew abreast of Saturn and tried to emulate his manner of not gazing directly at anything. If this maze of alleys were as horrible as he'd always supposed, why, he did not see its horrors; and considering how briskly they were moving, it hardly seemed as if there would be time for any of them to catch up. He foresaw a long train of stranglers and footpads stretched out in their wake, huffing and puffing and bent over from side-aches.
”I presume this is some sort of a lay?” said Peter Hoxton.
”Meaning...a plan...scheme...or trap,” Daniel gasped. ”I am as mystified as you are.”
”Does anyone else know where we are going, and when?” Saturn tried.
”I let the name of the place, and the time of the meeting, be known.”
”Then it's a lay.” Saturn darted sideways and punched his way through a door without knocking. Daniel, after a clutching, febrile moment of being by himself in the center of Hanging-Sword-Alley, scrambled after him, and did not leave off from scrambling until he was seated next to Peter Hoxton before the hearth of a house.
Saturn spooned coal onto the evidence of a late fire. The room was already stuffy; these were the last chairs anyone wanted.
”This is really not so very dreadful after all,” Daniel ventured.
Saturn rummaged up a bellows, got its two handles in his hands, and held it up for a mechanical inspection. A brisk squeeze slapped lanky black locks away from his face. He aimed it at the pile of coal and began crus.h.i.+ng the handles back and forth as if the bellows were a flying-machine, and he trying to raise himself off the floor.
Following Saturn's warnings, Daniel had religiously avoided looking at anything. But the close, and now smoky, air of this parlour was leavened by female voices. He could not stop himself turning to look at an outburst of feminine laughter from the far end of the room. He got an impression of rather a lot of mismatched and broken-down furniture arranged in no particular way, but swept back and forth across the room by ebbing and flowing tides of visitors. There might have been a score of persons in the room, about evenly divided between the s.e.xes, and clumped together in twos, threes, and fours. At the far end was a large window looking out onto a bright outdoor s.p.a.ce, perhaps Salisbury Square in the heart of St. Bride's. Daniel could not tell, because the windows were screened with curtains, made of rather good lace, but too large for these windows, and tarred brown as naval hemp by pipe-smoke. They were, he realized with a mild thrill, curtains that had been stolen-probably s.n.a.t.c.hed right from someone's open window in broad daylight. Silhouetted against that ochre scrim were three women, two gaunt and young, the other plump and a bit older, and smoking a clay-pipe.
He forced himself to turn his attention back to Saturn. But as he did so he scanned the room and got an impression of many different kinds of people: a gentleman who would not have looked out of place promenading round St. James's Square, as well as several who belonged more to Hockley-in-the- Hole.
By his exertions Saturn had evoked light, but no perceptible heat, from the rubble of coals and ashes on the hearth. That was enough-no heat was wanted. It seemed he'd only wanted something to occupy his nervous hands.
”A lot of females!” Daniel remarked.
”We call them women, women,” Saturn snapped. ”I hope you haven't been peering about like some d.a.m.ned Natural Philosopher at a bug collection.”
”We call them insects, insects,” Daniel shot back. This elicited a gentlemanly nod from Saturn.
”Without peering, peering,” Daniel continued, ”I can see well enough that, though it's untidy, it's far from loathsome.”
”To a point, criminals love order even more than Judges,” Saturn said.
At that moment, a boy entered the room, breathing hard, and scanned the faces. He picked out Saturn instantly, and moved toward him with a joyous expression, reaching significantly into his pocket; but Peter Hoxton must have given him a glare or a gesture, because suddenly his face fell and he spun away on his heel.
”A boy who s.n.a.t.c.hes your watch in the street, and runs off with it, does not do so out of a perverse longing to cause you grief. He is moved by a reasonable expectation of profit. Where you see sheep being sheared, you may a.s.sume there are spinning-wheels nearby; where you have your pocket picked, you know that there is a house such as this one within sprinting-distance.”
”In its ambience 'tis rather like a coffee-house.”