Date: Sun, 6 Apr 2014 20:24:29 +0100
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@gmail.com>
Subject: Tom Browning's Schooldays Ch 76

			 Tom Browning's Schooldays

				    By

				   Joel

			    Chapter SeventySix



There was a noise like thunder as heavy boots pounded up the staircase.  I
opened my eyes and was on the floor holding onto George who was lying
across me with Robin beside him.  The door burst open.

     "Where are you?"  It was my brother Terence shouting.

     I looked around.  There was a cloud of dirt and dust settling and
beyond that I could see a gap where the window and wall had been.  The
stove and tables had gone.  There was no Black Jack!

     "Oh my God!"  It was Terence again.  He saw me moving trying to shift
George.  "Are you alright?  There was a shot!"

     Before I could answer George sat up straight.  "That bastard's gone!"
he said levelly.  "Last thing I saw was that pistol blowing up in his face
and then he disappeared out of the window!"

     I hadn't seen that as I had turned to get George out of the way of the
ball from the gun.

     "His head disappeared, too."  Robin spoke softly as he, too, righted
himself.

     A calm voice came from the cage nearest the yawning gap.  "Please take
care, for there is no floor."  It was Timmy who was holding onto the bars
of his cage.

     Why I too was calm I did not know.  I held up the bunch of keys I had
taken from the nail just as Jack had appeared.  "Terence, these are the
keys."

     Terence asked no questions but took the keys and carefully inched his
way to the door of Timmy's cage.  The padlock opened easily and Timmy and
Terence edged back to us.  I stood and put my arms round Timmy.

     "The boys!" exclaimed Timmy.

     I looked at the first cage.  The two boys were huddled together face
down in the corner.  They were covered in dust and debris for a rafter had
split above them and the rotten wood had showered down.  Terence opened the
door and George pulled out the dirt covered but otherwise seemingly
unharmed pair.  He and Robin then held onto one each and without further
questions or any talk we went, now very carefully, down the stair.
     What a sight!  Four manacled prisoners were kneeling on the pavement
with two of the troopers standing guard.  Jabez and Mr Topping were
standing near the quayside edge where a body lay with the large flagstone,
on which the stove had stood, crushing where its head and shoulders were.
I saw a dark stain spreading out.  There was wood, glass and objects
scattered about all over the quayside.  The stove had cast an array of
smoking embers and was now wedged between the legs of the spreadeagled
corpse.  Mr Purrett was bending down examining a mangled piece of metal.  I
recognised from the handle on it that it must be the remains of the pistol.
He went up to Mr Topping and spoke to him and Mr Topping said nothing but
simply nodded.  An elderly gentleman was shouting and swearing at Caleb who
was holding the man's arms up behind his back.  As soon as he saw the three
naked boys the man fell to his knees and started to shout for mercy.  One
of the troopers left his guard and rushed into the open door of the
warehouse.  He came out with blankets and the boys were wrapped in them.
Terence pointed to the carriage we had arrived in.

     "Take the boys in there and wait," was his order.

     A small crowd of onlookers were beginning to gather.  I saw Mr Purrett
march up to those nearest.  He took a whistle out of his pocket and blew a
long, loud blast on it.  I had been told about the whistles the Peelers
carried and had heard the one blown on a previous visit.  It had an
immediate effect.  All the spectators disappeared.  I surmised they had no
business to be around.

     The third carriage soon appeared and five prisoners were put on board
by the troopers.  Mr Purrett told us the elderly man was the surgeon and
would also be indicted for the murder of the mutilated boy.  The others
were arrested for kidnap, holding persons against their will, disposing of
a dead body and, possibly, being accessories to murder.

     Terence and Mr Topping came to the carriage in which we were sitting.
"I would say there has been a grievous accident," Mr Topping said slowly.
"The evidence is that a man has been crushed by a falling flagstone when
observing unusual activity where derelict warehouses are.  I will inform
Her Majesty's Coroner and have the body removed."

     George was silent for a moment.  "An unknown man.  I would concur.
Would that be so?"

     "I would agree," Mr Topping replied.  "From inspection he is beyond
discovery.  Flagstones are heavy and any damage would make identification
difficult.  He is also badly burned about the legs."

     "Thank you, sir," George said and bowed his head.  A matter most
properly settled.

     Mr Purrett then took over as our driver and we set off on our journey
back to Charles Street.  The two boys were too frightened to say much other
than they were brothers and their names were Daniel and Jacob.  They were
reassured they were in no danger now and George had the younger boy, who
was no more than eight or so, on his lap and comforted him with his strong
arms around him.  I held the other, perhaps two years older, who did say he
did not know what would have happened to them but a boy had screamed and
was gone.  Robin sat with his arm round Timmy who was most calm and
possessed after, as he said, being raved at and threatened.
     Our arrival back at the Wright's house was most organised.  Two of the
grooms were instructed to carry the youngsters upstairs to a bedroom and
Antonio and Carlo, who were not much older than they were, were sent for
from their duties in the kitchen.  Robin and I led Timmy up to our bedroom.
George came in, too, and was most contrite as he held Timmy and asked for
his forgiveness.  He said it was a stain on his family's name and honour
for what had happened once again to him.  There would be amends.

     "Sir, I am happy to be free and I know I have a home," Timmy said as
he stood straight and tall.  "It is those boys who have nothing.  They have
no father and have seldom seen their mother here in London after they
arrived from the country.  They told me two men offered their mother money
but they knew not what for.  I did not say but I am sure she sold them.
They do not know where they live other than 'tis near the river.  Their
needs are great..."

     He got no further as George enveloped him in a great hug.  "Do not say
more. I will ensure they are cared for."  There were tears on his cheeks as
he said this.  "Timmy, you have a heart of gold!"

     There were others in the passageway.  Robin went to the door.  "Paolo
and Karem are going to the room where the boys are."

     Just at that moment Mehmet appeared in the doorway.  He spied Timmy
and without any hesitation rushed up to him and also took him in his strong
arms.  "Oh, Timmy, you are safe," he almost shouted.  "We thought you were
gone!"  I knew the pair had become friends as they had enjoyed each other's
company so much while Mehmet had been at Careby.

     George was not affronted by any lack of proper respect for his
station.  He clapped Mehmet on his more than sturdy back.  "Mehmet, stay
with Timmy while we get rid of our disguises and retrieve our clothes.  We
must find clothing for Timmy and those boys as well."

     Mehmet did bow his head then, but only slightly.  "Sir, my brother has
clothes in our room upstairs.  I am sure he is of a size with Timmy."  I
did not say anything but the pair arrayed in silken robes with tight satin
drawers would...  I dare not continue with those thoughts but I knew then
my fears and concerns had diminished.  Timmy was safe.  Black Jack was
dead.  I did shiver at that.

     We made our way down to the mews where we soon became schoolboys again
even with grubby hands and faces.  Mr Purrett had also changed and said my
Uncle Digby would see us as soon as we were washed.  He was smiling and
even he had blackened cheeks.

     There was hot water in the bedroom when we returned and Karem was
there with clean linen, a shirt, jacket and trousers for Timmy.  I had an
unworn pair of stockings in my bag which I passed to him but there were no
shoes.  This proved no problem as Karem went off and returned with a pair
of soft shoes.  "Sir Digby's," he said as he knelt and placed them on
Timmy's feet.

     Mr Purrett, now clean, was with my Uncle Digby when we went down to
his study.  My uncle called Timmy over and took his hand.  "My boy, you are
safe now.  Lady Wright wishes to see you once we have finished here."

     It must have taken near an hour as each told our story while Mr
Purrett wrote all down.  We heard how Timmy had been kidnapped and bundled
into the black coach. We assured Timmy that the boy Paul was safe and sound
back at Careby.  Timmy said he had not been badly treated and had been fed
and kept clean though Black Jack shouted and raved at his henchmen and
threatened all with dire punishments if anything went amiss.  It was
obvious whoever wanted him would not accept someone bruised and battered
even without his cods.  He had realised what would happen to him as the
boys had tearfully told him of the youngster who had been stupefied first
then cut and sworn at by both the drunken surgeon and a raving Jack as the
flow of blood could not be stemmed.  They had not witnessed the final
stages of his death as he had been roughly carried out by one of the
henchmen and they saw no more of him.

     Mr Purrett said the weight of the flagstone under the stove and Jack's
demented dance back through the window had caused the collapse of the floor
as the timbers were rotten.  He had the mangled remains of the pistol
wrapped in a cloth.  He surmised that when Jack fired it there must have
been a deal of powder in the barrel and, though old, the flint had worked
and set the powder, but the ball had jammed.  The metal must have weakened
over the years and burst, casting fire and pieces of the barrel into Jack's
face.  The spraying blood happened after he was struck and arteries were
severed.  In his agony he had jumped back and fallen through the window.
Mr Purrett said he had witnessed the collapse of the whole frontage as the
window and hoist disintegrated followed by so much debris that he had to
rush to the side to prevent himself being caught.  He missed the actual
fall of Jack but heard the thud and crunch as the flagstone hit the body.
We all squirmed at the word 'crunch' and I felt for and held hands on both
sides of me, Robin's and Timmy's.

     We would have to wait until my brother Terence, with Jabez and Mr
Topping, returned to find what happened when Jack's body was removed and
sent to Surgeons' Hall to be examined by the Coroner.  Then with Mr
Pembridge's return we would hear about the handing over of the henchmen and
the surgeon at the nearest police post.  With our stories told my uncle
said we must be hungry and thirsty so, with Mr Purrett still making notes,
we were dismissed to the breakfast room where a welcoming array of cakes,
pastries and hot tea was awaiting us.  Our good-hearted Timmy was still
concerned about the boys but Paolo assured us that enough food to feed a
regiment had been taken upstairs.  He shook his head with wonderment for
Paolo told us his brothers had already forged bonds with the pair.

     Well-sated until dinner-time we had to be presented to my Aunt.  Timmy
was hugged once more and each of us were also hugged and kissed, even
George.  My Aunt said she was writing directly to my mother so the letter
would be in the evening post.  We were not to think of travelling back
until we were properly dressed and that would be arranged on Monday.  She
had no doubt George, as she now addressed her son-in-law's brother, would
be accepted for the Regiment without any question as her brother would be
at dinner on Monday evening.  She smiled at Robin and me.  "I think you
will have company back and not in that wretched curricle."  We found she
had plans that the Honourable Francis Clifford would spend the rest of his
Easter vacation with us at Careby before he went back to Harrow for the
Summer Term.

     Everything was happening so fast.  We repaired to the bedroom and
George was most solicitous of Timmy who asked if he might go to see the
boys.  George then set to and wrote a long epistle to his father.  He did
not hold anything back but advised his father only to show Augustus the
letter.  He set out in some detail what my Uncle Digby had told us and then
related what we had experienced today.  He finished by saying someone
unknown had been killed by a falling flagstone.  Our good, brave George was
in tears as he sealed that missive.  He stood and came to Robin and me.  "I
know you are more than friends for me," he said as he held and grasped our
hands.  "If that fiend had done as he wished that ball was meant for me.  I
was too stupefied to move but you crashed me to the floor.  Any of us might
had been killed but you did not hesitate and for that I could not repay you
enough.  I would say you are not just good friends but brothers for me."
Without more ado we hugged each other and I know my tears fell for I then
thought that each had had a lucky escape from that madman.

     We then sat quietly and I felt more composed.  I heard a clock chime
seven and within moments Paolo appeared at the door, bowed his head and
announced 'La Cena Š pronta'.  This lightened our spirits as he
apologised for speaking in Italian that 'Dinner was ready'.  He explained
he had to tell Antonio and Carlo not to get the young boys too excited and
they only responded to instructions when told in Italian.  George was once
again in amazement about this more than strange household!

     There was a full table of the household.  My brother Terence had
returned and was in plain dress but hugged both Robin and me as soon as he
saw us.  He said the troopers would be well-rewarded for their extra duties
and had returned to the barracks.  Paolo and Mehmet were the footmen and we
were told Karem and the imps were with Timmy and the two boys and would be
fed upstairs.  Uncle Digby's assistants were seated with us as well as
Jabez who sat between Robin and me.  After the usual delicious array of
courses there was a short pause while glasses of port were served to the
men.  My Aunt Fanny remained and took another glass of the sweet white
wine.  As we savoured these delights my Uncle Digby said he was glad a most
unpleasant chapter had been closed.  There were no gory details, just that
statements had been taken of a dreadful accident to a bystander when the
collapse of the derelict, unsafe building took place and that three boys
had been safely rescued from captivity.  Even my Aunt Fanny who was
well-known for her straight talk did not comment.

     Mr Pembridge said he had given statements and handed over five
miscreants who were now locked up in Newgate gaol.  My Uncle Digby
explained we might be questioned more but he was sure the five would not be
seen again.  I realised he meant they would all be hanged after a trial.
He said he and his assistants would make careful statements so all legal
matters would be covered.  Uncle Digby asked us if we had noted that the
two boys were fair-haired.  With all the dirt and dust we hadn't, but that
was the reason they had been taken.  Of course, as I then told Uncle Digby,
young Paul at Careby was black-haired so was locked away rather than being
kidnapped!  One light moment did occur when Jabez said he had been able to
return all the vegetables to Signor Bartoli for events had happened so fast
he did not need to create a diversion by overturning his barrow.  It was
after this we learned that the lodge boy had been sent back to St James's
Street and warned to keep his mouth shut.  Uncle Digby then smiled after he
said this.  He turned to George and addressed him by his first name.

     "George, I must not embarrass you but I have written to your father to
tell him of your courageous part in today's undertaking."  George shook his
head and was about to say something but my uncle just smiled again and
continued.  "I was also able to give him the information that your family
does indeed own a residence in London.  You may not be aware of the fire
which occurred at Garthorpe some years ago but documents which were thought
to be destroyed were not.  These have now been retrieved and will be
returned."  George was stunned and was shaking his head.  My uncle carried
on, "There is no doubt that a fine house, now in a somewhat ruinous state,
belongs to the Lascelles estate.  However, I suggest you do not attempt to
visit the place until it has been put into repair though I am informed it
was most well-appointed until recently.  Of course, if you wish to go..."
He was watching George and stopped.  George was sitting on my right hand
side and had stiffened.

     I thought he was ready to swear but all he said, and that almost under
his breath, was 'My uncle!'.  He sat back and my Aunt Fanny sitting at the
top of table with George next to her put out a hand and held his.  That
gesture calmed him.  He had learned so much about the evil of a part of his
family it would take time and effort to expunge all those memories.

     We did not tarry too long at the table after that.  My aunt excused
herself first and after she left George thanked us all for all we had done.
He stood and so did Robin and I and said we would retire to bed.  As we
reached the door so my brother Terence stood and took George's hand.  He
whispered something which I did not catch and George's countenance lifted
and he did smile.  George went upstairs first with Mehmet leading the way.
My brother held Robin and me back.  We were both hugged again.  "You were
braver than brave," he whispered.  He went back to the other men and we
followed the pair holding each other's hands.

     George was in the water closet as we arrived at the room.  Mehmet was
smiling.  "Oh sirs, I was so pleased to see you return."  Without further
ado we three hugged each other.  George appeared and saw us and joined us.
There were no masters nor a servant present, just four friends.

     There was no need for Mehmet to stay and act as our valet.  He said
two of the grooms had brought up pitchers of hot water earlier which turned
out to be little more than tepid now.  We had washed well before dinner so
were soon ready, stripped with nightshirts on, for a relaxing sleep.  The
three of us slept secure with George between us with cheeky Robin saying he
hoped his snoring would not keep him awake.

     Sleep for me came fast.  So much had happened in just one day and I
knew I must write a record of it all for my own satisfaction.  My dreams
though were happy.  There were remembered scenes of the last summer at
Careby with a group of carefree boys enjoying each other's company.  I
could hear the sounds of laughter as one after another dived into the water
and was held and tickled.  I was awake suddenly as a rather noisy Paolo,
apologising profusely, clanged his pitcher of hot water as he set it down
on the hearth.  Mehmet was with him bearing another then, as my eyes became
accustomed to the morning light, I saw they were accompanied by two smaller
boys still clad in their nightgowns.  The noise must have aroused George
and Robin who were also stretching limbs as they awoke.  The two younger
ones were Antonio and Carlo.

     Seeing I was awake and that George and Robin were now aware of their
presence Antonio and Carlo started to speak together until Antonio, being
older, held a hand against his brother's arm.  He started again.  "Please
sirs, can we keep the boys?" he asked and nodded his curly black locks, "We
will look after them.  We will make sure they are good boys."  His younger
brother's smile and nods echoed his.

     George was wide awake.  "We must see what they want," he said.  There
was a momentary loss of smiles.  "We will speak with Lady Wright and she
will make plans, no doubt."  The smiles returned.

     "Sir, we will ask La Signoria," said Antonio.

     "We want them to be happy like us," added Carlo.

     Robin was on the side of the bed nearest to them and was used to young
lads.  He reached out and took Antonio's hand.  "I promise you they will be
looked after.  La Signoria..."  He used the Italian appellation Antonio had
used.  "...will know what is best for them."

     Carlo reached up and clasped the two hands in his.  "We will go back
and look after them.  Will Master Timmy stay as well?"

      I said that Master Timmy would return with us to his home at Careby
and that they could come one day and visit us in the country.  They were
pleased at this, bowed and scampered off.

     As we rose, washed and dressed George seemed a little downcast.  On
questioning him we found he was still concerned about the role the man
Fortescue had played in this drama.  Robin suggested we should inquire of
Uncle Digby to set his mind at rest.  Mehmet came to escort us down to
breakfast.  He explained with a scarcely-held straight face that we were
excused attendance at church this morning for our present clothing would
not be deemed to be neat enough. George made some comment that the Almighty
would know it was him whatever he wore.  Robin said it was common knowledge
that the Almighty delegated his judgements to a band of certain ladies who
kept the world in order.  He did admit that Uncle Dodd had told him this
after Mrs Hine had complained when a visitor to the Parish had sat in her
reserved seat in church and, according to her, was dressed like a
scarecrow.  This tale did cheer George up somewhat.

     As soon as we had finished breakfast I went along to Uncle Digby's
study to ask if George might speak with him.  He was already working on a
mound of papers with Mr Topping beside him with a second pile and Mr
Purrett standing behind making notes.  Although I could see they were all
busy he said that we three should come along as soon as possible.

     Uncle Digby greeted us warmly when I fetched George and Robin into his
presence.  Chairs were pushed up to the table for us and before George
could ask about Fortescue Uncle Digby pointed to the papers in front of
him.

     "I think we can solve a few mysteries," he began with no formalities.
"Edward..." He indicated Mr Topping.  "...made a search of the building
before he left and found not only these papers but two account books which
Jasper Pembridge is trying to make sense of.  He is in the Library for he
says he needs quiet when dealing with numbers."  He looked at George.  "I
must apologise, George, for these would seem to be private papers and
correspondence relating to your uncle's affairs both here in England and
abroad." George just shook his head resignedly.  "I may be precipitate in
reading what is here for they should be in the hands of your father's
lawyers but certain affairs of state may be involved and it is imperative
that if so then the sooner the authorities are informed the quicker matters
will be resolved.  All I can say is that there was not only fraud on
individuals on a large scale through that bank but our government and that
of France might find difficulties in explaining particular discrepancies in
their finances.  There is evidence here of other matters, too, which will
concern our government.  I will say no more than certain monies were being
received for certain details being divulged to those who might not be
friends."  He held up a finger and smiled.  "You are privy to state
secrets, my boys!"  We knew we were under orders.

     He indicated the second sheaf of pages in front of Mr Topping.  "These
are letters and documents relating to the business affairs of Lascelles and
his son.  There is no doubt the man Fortescue is involved and once
affidavits are produced they will be sent to the appropriate French
authorities."  George breathed out but said nothing.  My uncle continued
with his own shake of his head.  "I know these last days have been more
than eventful for you and I can but commend you for all you have done.  Do
not be surprised if you hear more from other quarters."

     George looked over at my uncle then at Mr Topping.  "Sirs, I am sure I
speak not only for myself but also for my father and family and say that
the sooner this dreadful and distasteful business is brought to an end the
better.  I cannot stand in my father's place but I am sure he would agree
with all you may do."

     My uncle nodded.  "Although this is the Sabbath day I have requested
my own lawyer attend as well as representatives from the government because
of the gravity of what has been revealed.  I have told you all this as you
will see and hear various people being shown to this room.  Do not fear,
all will be done with due respect to the law and to general propriety,
nothing will be bruited abroad and the newssheets will not hear a whisper."

     Mr Topping looked over the tops of the spectacles he was wearing.  "At
least, not from us."

     My uncle nudged his arm.  "Thank you, Edward, that needed saying.  We
cannot control others and many times there are those in authority whose
mouths open without realising who may be listening."

     George was nodding in agreement with this last statement.  I knew full
well that servants, especially, were invisible to many folk!  Lancelot had
said more than once that some things he read in his favourite newssheet
could only have been overheard in gentlemen's clubs.

     Mr Topping hadn't finished.  He pointed to the pile in front of him,
"These are letters and bills of exchange here which must have been stolen
from the bank."  He held up two sheets with a ragged edge.  "You can see
where these have been ripped from a book.  I fear the book may have been
destroyed, probably burned, but these will show who is innocent and condemn
the guilty."

     My uncle looked very solemn.  "I am sure there are a number of good
men who were employed by the bank who have been tarred with the same brush
as those who have been indicted.  We must make certain they do not suffer
more."

     I think we had heard enough and with a quick glance at each other we
stood.  I was spokesman.  "Uncle, I think we know our orders and thank you
for being so open with us.  We promise not to speak of any of this to
anyone else."  I could see George and Robin nodding.  "May we speak,
however, with my aunt about the boys and their future?"

     Uncle Digby smiled.  "I think your aunt will have their welfare
foremost in her concerns and from what we heard at breakfast petitions will
already have been presented!"

     What could we do but laugh!  Antonio and Carlo would have insisted on
taking my aunt's tray to her boudoir where I knew she always breakfasted.
Given the time now it would not be polite to try to see my Aunt Fanny
before she left for the service at St George's in Hanover Square.  Mehmet
was waiting outside Uncle Digby's study as we left.  What better but to ask
him to deal with our own St George's aches?  Mehmet readily agreed and went
to his room to prepare himself.  George had to be prepared, too.  Both
Robin and I said we were not joshing when our instructions to him required
him to lie naked on towels.

     "There will be dire punishments in store for fags if I am made an
object of ridicule," he said, then laughed, for he knew we were quite
serious.

     Robin and I laid out the towels while George divested himself of all
his clothing and wrapped a third towel around his waist.  He stared when
Mehmet knocked and entered.  He was arrayed in a most elegant dark red
silken robe embroidered with yellow stars around the hem and on the sleeves
and was carrying his leather box of oils and unguents.  George stared even
more as Mehmet took off his robe and handed it to Robin.  Mehmet was naked
except for those tight yellow satin drawers like those I had seen him wear
before.  With some difficulty, as there must have been certain stirrings,
George lay down on the towels and I adjusted the other towel across his
buttocks.  There was silence while we watched Mehmet go through the ritual
of opening his vial of oil and begin the massage.  We heard George sigh
contentedly as Mehmet's hands performed their magic from shoulders
downwards.  He did not flinch when Robin carefully pulled the covering
towel away.  He seemed almost comatose as Mehmet finished the soles of his
feet and his toes.  Mehmet moved back to the top of the bed and whispered
that he should turn over.  George did this without question.  He had his
eyes shut and a look of extreme relaxation on his face.  Robin nudged me.
There was something not relaxed!  George's peg lay stiff and proud just
touching the border of his belly button.

     I did not think he was aware of this and it was so for until Mehmet's
thumbs were within an inch of the tip of his erect weapon did his eyes
open.  He saw us watching and glanced down as Mehmet continued on the
downward path to the top of his thighs.  He did flinch, as we had done,
when that sensitive area near the crease was reached.  He closed his eyes
again as Mehmet continued with first his right leg and then his left leg.
Robin nudged me again.  A clear drop of fluid had appeared and slowly
dripped onto the hair beneath.  We remained silent even when the massage
was complete.  Mehmet took up the discarded towel and placed it over
George's midriff again.

     George's eyes opened.  He knew what had happened.  He looked up at
Mehmet who had donned his ornate robe again.  "Mehmet, I do not have words
to describe how I feel after what you have just done.  I was in turmoil
over what I have seen and learned these past days but you have calmed me."
He slid off the bed keeping himself covered and deftly fastened the towel
about his waist again.  He went over to the table where his purse lay.  He
took out a coin which he pressed into Mehmet's hand.  "With my most
grateful thanks."  He held Mehmet's hand and smiled at him.

     Mehmet must have guessed a value for the coin.  He shook his head.
"Sir, this is too much..."  Before he could say more George squeezed his
hand.

     "...For what you have done it is not enough," he said quietly but
firmly.  There was a moment's pause until George let go and both smiled at
each other.  Mehmet bowed his head and put his case together again.  He
bowed again in silence before he left us.

     "You can say what you wish to say," George said as he pulled the towel
away and we were chased around the room our backsides being flicked as we
tried to evade him.  Robin and I were laughing loudly and George kept up
the chase until he threw the towel at Robin who was nearest to him.  "I
would hope my little predicament there will not be reported at Ashbourne,"
he panted for we were all quite breathless now.  Robin and I turned and
stared at George.  Despite all that effort his peg was still upright.

     "I would not say that is a little predicament," Robin averred and
sniggered.

     "And the other was not a predicament but a precipitation," I said
grinning, "Not a tempest but droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven..."

     "...Out of the strong came forth sweetness," Robin said and then
looked guilty.  I was ready to laugh again for we had tasted our own and
each other's clear secretions on many occasions and my quotation from Mr
Shakespeare was bettered by that from the Bible.

     George was shaking his head and pursing his lips. "I should take my
cane to your arsecheeks for your impertinence."  His countenance softened
and he laughed out loud, his prick bobbing up and down as his chest heaved.
His laughter subsided as did his erectness.

     Robin giggled and quoted again. "Sundry and manifold changes..."
George did grab him now and Robin fell to his knees.  As he did so George's
limpness brushed over his brow and left its mark.  A glistening trail.

     I could not resist.  "Robin, I think some slug has slithered across
you.  Do not be concerned 'twas only a small one and easily disposed of
with a pinch of salt!"

     "Huh!" was George's immediate response.  "Am I to be the butt of your
impudence?  Here, take the towel and remove whatever gifts I have bestowed
on the boy!"  He flung the towel at me and burst out laughing as I
play-acted being gentle with just a corner of the towel across Robin's
forehead.  "Here, the pair of you, sit, I want to talk."

     He pointed at the padded settle.  We sat side by side while he plumped
down in the armchair opposite us still naked.  I wondered what he would say
next.  "This household," he said quietly.  "I think your uncle is showing
the trust he has in those men.  They are not servants to be called by their
Christian names like footmen or grooms but as valued colleagues.  They have
no fear of reprimand when they speak openly to him.  I would say they have
been chosen carefully for their special qualities.  I am certain your
friend Jabez has been chosen as well."  He smiled.  "There, I did not call
him Mr Bottom and I would not feel it amiss if he addressed me as George."
He waved a hand.  "In private company of course!"

     I said I was sure from what I had heard and learned that although
seemingly a private household matters of extreme importance were conducted
with my uncle at the centre.  "Perhaps being unable to move readily has
proved to be a convenience for whatever business he is engaged in.  A
household apparently with an abundance of servants.  They can carry
messages and observe with no second glance."  I knew I could say about
Jabez.  "Our disguises were nothing new.  Jabez has been set to observe
certain comings and goings and to ask questions all with a moustache."
They both laughed.

     "I would not have recognised him yesterday," Robin said.  "That was
something new for me.  He said he was a costermonger.  I did not know that
word."

     George shook his head.  "I did not know it either.  It must be
something for London."

     "I have heard that word before," I said knowledgeably, "When I was
here before I saw men and boys pushing those handcarts.  If they have fruit
and vegetables they are costermongers.  I think if they have goods on their
carts they are called hawkers."

     "I would say a hawker is a fellow with a bird on his wrist," George
said holding up his arm with his fist clenched.  "There is an old fellow in
Garthorpe village who tells of when he was a boy his grandfather had hunted
with hawks."

     "I have heard tell of that, too," said Robin.  "It is difficult to
imagine as the sparrowhawks which I have seen above our hedgerows are
small."

     "These hawks were much bigger and would take game such as hares and
rabbits and birds as well.  Partridges and pheasants so I was told," George
said and held his hands apart about a foot or so.

     I had heard Mr Venables talk of this as well.  "I believe they would
be kestrels and falcons."

     "That is so, but my father says once fowling pieces and other guns
were better made then that sport of falconry vanished," said George.
"Gordon tells me that they have eagles in Scotland which can take up a
lamb.  It is those they shoot as well as stags."

     George then stretched himself.  "I think I should get dressed.  Mehmet
has worked his magic on me."  He raised himself slowly from the armchair
and went to where his clothes had been hung in the cupboard, "I have little
clean linen and these trousers are not even my best and there is to be a
dinner tomorrow."

     "My aunt will arrange for three smart gentlemen to be present," I
said.  "I am used to being transported to tailors here."

     George harumphed.  "My father will not be pleased with more expense."
He was silent then as he dressed and Robin and I exchanged smiles
especially when George's drawers proved to be well-worn and rather small
and tore as he pulled them on.  He let out a hiss of exasperation.  New
drawers would be on the list as well!

     It was good we had been able to talk of other matters for we needed
not to brood on what we had experienced.  We could not play at cards for it
was the Sabbath though we had succumbed to that temptation betimes.  Oh,
was I getting as priggish as Prots and Frobs?  I was sure I was not, it was
just that some rules seemed a little meaningless.  Of course there were
books as usual.  I gazed around and counted at least four piles - in the
cupboard, on one of the tables and also beside the water closet.  Robin had
already started to sift through one heap.  I saw why he was grinning.
There were fifty or so bound volumes.  I picked up one.  I read 'The
Gentleman's Magazine' on its spine and the date was given as 1750.  Almost
a hundred years old.  I looked and found the one for 1745.  Exactly one
hundred years ago.  It crackled somewhat on opening.  The print was black
and dense and looked old with long esses.  The table of contents was
strange but I saw that in November a 'Receipt for a new composition for
preserving ships from worms' was in the list.  Why did ships have worms?  I
thought of Lancelot and the cure he used on Eamonn.  I turned to November
and was most amused.  Of course, the hulls of ships were wooden and as they
sailed, especially in warmer climes, worms would bore holes and weaken
them.  Perhaps this might be a new receipt for Lancelot to try on other
bottoms?  I read that a large quantity of pitch must be boiled and then a
lesser quantity of brimstone should be added and the two mixed and the
boiling continued.  Finally a quantity of brickdust should be added.  I had
to laugh out loud when I read that the ship's bottom should be scraped
before the application of the mixture.  I received questioning looks from
the others but as even George had his nose in a book I did not enlighten
them.

     I searched about and found paper and a pencil and made a fair copy
making sure I left out the word 'ship' wherever it occurred.  This would be
a present for Lancelot!  I read out my version of the receipt and got blank
looks.  It was only when I said it was for ship's bottoms and not for boys
with worms was there any response.  Both made as if to throw their books at
me.  "I would plaster your arse with that when it was hot," George said
with a sneer, then he laughed.  "I had worms when I was young and some old
quack shoved a pipe up my hole and filled me with some mixture.  My brother
Augustus held me out of the window for the old fool had forgotten to set a
chamber pot for me and I dirtied the windows below.  My mother was not
pleased for the windows were on her boudoir and were open for it was
summertime."

     Robin and I were giggling at that tale as well.  "The old quack was
quite correct," I said, "I have watched my cousin do the same to a lad at
Careby."

     "There are always worms about," George declared.  "When I was first at
Ashbourne Mr Pretyman called Dr Dimbleby to cure at least three who were
afflicted.  Lawson was one I remember and Hayden another.  Some of those
fiends from Pratt's House in old Bartleby's room were forever wriggling on
their benches and scratching their arses.  Twiston said Dr Dimbleby made
his money with that pipe up their backsides though he was less polite in
his expression."

     Robin was equally impolite.  "Perhaps Tom might employ his flute in
that way.  He could fill his mouth with the mixture and blow it up in a
trice."

     "And if it were Henderson he would answer with a fine long fart!"
George added, "That would be a merry tune!"

     All I could do was sneer back.  Another thought struck me.  Philip
Goodhew was in London.  He had not been mentioned in all the scurrying
about.  To change the topic again from flutes and farts I said we should
make sure we see young Philip.  Robin was grinning. "I am sure he is
well-known in this house.  I saw three drawings pinned to a board in Uncle
Digby's study and there was another in the breakfast room.  I think they
are of buildings he has seen.  The one in the breakfast room was of St
Paul's."

     At least that little imp was not handing out immodest sketches which
were 'in his head'!

     Time passed and we heard talking and people passing along the
passageways below.  By noon George was getting restless.  It had been some
hours since breakfast and luncheon would not be before one o'clock I was
sure.  I was also curious about visitors so I said I would explore and
before either could follow left the room.  I went to the top of the stairs
and saw two gentlemen being escorted towards Uncle Digby's study.  They had
not entered by the front door though elegantly dressed.  I stayed still for
a minute or so for two others, equally finely dressed, came from the
direction of the Library in earnest conversation with Mr Purrett.

     All went towards the study.  It must be getting crowded in there!  I
thought then of something else we must try to show George.  The strange
table, especially if we could arrange for the creature to fall on him!  He
had not mentioned it so I surmised it had not been shown to him when he
visited the house on the occasion of his brother's marriage to Rosamund.
Of course, I could use the servants' stairs so found the door and crept
down.  At the bottom I stood and listened as someone came out of the study
and I heard them talking with Mr Topping as they went away towards the door
to the mews.  I did catch a snippet of conversation which meant something
even to me.  The speaker had a rather high-pitched voice and was clearly
agitated as I heard him say most clearly 'Demmit, Topping, I must inform
Peel of this immediately!'.  I knew Mr Peel was the Prime Minister.  What I
heard next was sensational.  'If this does not go well the demned Whigs'll
make us go to the country!'  Mr Topping said something which I didn't
catch.  So I wouldn't be caught either I hurried back up the stairs.

     I went along to the other room where I knew Timmy and the boys would
be.  There was laughter.  I tapped on the door which Karem opened.  There
was immediate silence.  I went in to find the four youngsters playing
knucklebones on the floor with Timmy sitting watching them.  Antonio and
Carlo saw it was me and smiled and bowed their heads. Timmy stood and
greeted me formally as well.  I noted that the two others were fair-headed
and were now dressed in good clothes and looked clean and well-cared for.

     "Oh Master Tom, 'tis good to see you," Timmy said.  He must have been
rather discomfited for the two boys just stared at me.  "Boys, stand up!
You must show politeness for Master Tom is my master's son."

     The boys still stared but did bob their heads.

     Timmy had not finished.  "Master Tom, I have told them of you and
Master Robin and how kind Mistress Browning has been to me.  I would hope
they might find equal kindness."

     I saw the younger one sniff and a tear appear.  Carlo immediately
turned to him and held him.  "Please sirs, they are frighted they will be
turned onto the street again.  They have no home for their mother did not
want them."  He also sniffed.  "I would be frighted if my mother did not
love me."

     Antonio turned to the elder boy and held him, too.  "La Signoria said
we should stay with them until she can decide."

     Karem looked quite sad.  "Sirs, I would ask my mother but she does not
speak English and the boys would not understand."

     I could but show some kindness but how?  "Tell me your names for you
know I am Master Tom."

     The elder one looked up at me.  With his fair hair he also had large
blue eyes. "Please, I'm Daniel and my brother is Jacob."  Jacob hearing his
name opened his eyes.  Also blue.  I noted the boy spoke with a countrified
accent I thought rather than with the rough London speech.

     "Do you know where you lived?" I asked.

     "Don't really know. It were somewhere by that river near a castle.
Some boy said it were a tower where they chopped heads off and we kept
away," Daniel said and twitched his nose.

     That seemed like a description of the Tower of London but I didn't
say.  As they did not have that strange London speech I tried another
question.  "How long did you live there?"

     He grimaced.  "I don't rightly know but not long.  It was all cold
when we were sent away and our mother said it was January cold."

     I did not remark on 'sent away'.  "How did you come to London?" I
asked as they must have travelled from somewhere.

     He did not hesitate.  "Came on a cart but it were three or four days
and it snowed."

     I would try to find a name of a place.  "Do you know the village you
came from?"

     There was no hesitation again.  "'Tis Gosfield I believe but we did
walk to some town called Tree where there was a cart."

     I would have to remember what he said very carefully.  "Why did you
leave Gosfield?"

     Daniel began to sniff more and began to cry.  Antonio tried to comfort
him by holding him close.  He stopped crying after a moment or so. "Our
mother was allas drunk and they said we had to go," he said softly and
turned to Antonio and put his arms round him as well.

     I could not question Daniel any more as I felt upset, too.  I looked
at Jacob who had his eyes fixed on me. I would take care.  "How old are
you, Jacob?"

     "I be nine," he said and jerked his towards his brother, "Dan be
eleven."

     "Do you have any other brothers or sisters?" I asked wondering if any
remained with the mother.

     Jacob shook his head.  "Had a sister but she died two year ago."  He
looked ready to burst into tears as well.  I had better refrain from asking
more but his brother had composed himself.

     "Our Jane died of a fever and the master's son died as well and we
were told to go," Daniel said slowly.  "Our mother took to drink and could
not keep a place and we went to the Poor House but she wouldn't work so we
were told to go from there."

     I dare not ask more.  I would tell all this to my aunt.

     Antonio then spoke up.  "Please, Master Tom, he did say they did beg
and sang.  They did not want for food he said for people looked on them
kindly."

     "Would you sing for me, Daniel?" I asked as kindly as I could.

     "That I would, I do love to sing," he said and that with a smile.

     There was no hesitation as in a clear, fine voice he began:

          "Tom he was a piper's son,
          He learned to play when he was young,
          And all the tune that he could play
          Was 'Over the Hills and Far Away'.
          Over the hills and a great way off,
          The wind shall blow my top-knot off.
          Tom with his pipe made such a noise,
          That he pleased both girls and boys,
          They all stopped to hear him play,
          'Over the Hills and Far Away'."

     He stopped there.  "I do know more o'that one and a sight more," he
said with confidence.  I knew if he could sing like that my aunt would be
entranced.

     "Thank you, Daniel, that was most beautiful," I said with a smile.
"I'll think you will be able to sing here and not have to beg."

     I thought my next task was to see if my aunt had returned from church
and tell her about the boys.  They did not seem like ragamuffins and, from
Daniel's story, were not London born but came from a village.  I had never
heard of it but no doubt there would be maps.

     I said to Karem and Timmy I would talk to my aunt and both Antonio and
Carlo smiled at this.  I made my way quietly downstairs and heard voices
behind the closed door of the Library.  I hurried past and saw the parlour
door was open.  My aunt was there with Doria her maid who was placing a
footstool for her.  I peeped in the door and my aunt beckoned me in.

     "Oh, Tom, there is quite a bustle going on," she said with a smile.
"I think I saw six carriages drawn up and servants' noses pressed to
windows in other houses as I returned.  Tell me what you have seen."

     I said we had been confined to barracks which made her laugh and I did
say a white lie in that I had heard and seen nothing.  She then asked if
George and Robin had slept well and she smiled even more when I said George
was even now reading a book.  I thought it a good moment to tell of my
encounter with the two rescued boys.  She listened carefully as I related
how I had asked their names and where they had come from.  She was most
interested in that I had found they were from the country and had seemed
not to have been in London for long.  She thought she had heard of Gosfield
but could not recollect why.  When I said the elder boy had sung to me most
sweetly and in my opinion they were not ruffians she said she valued my
judgement.

     "That judgement tallies with that of two others," she said, "My
breakfast this morning was accompanied by a most polite request."  She saw
my amusement.

     "Uncle Digby said there was a petition.  I am sure from what I have
just seen Antonio and Carlo know when two boys are true and honest," I said
quite confidently. "I think Timmy is of that opinion also but I have not
had opportunity to question him."

     My aunt nodded.  "I will question Paolo as well.  He has experience
enough."

     We both laughed for he had to keep the imps in order!  I then asked if
she knew how Philip Goodhew was progressing.  She was all smiles then.

     "He is commanded to visit me each week and comes with John Harrison,"
she said with obvious enjoyment.  "He brings me a new drawing each time and
tells me all that has happened.  He does not know but Mr Eastlake made sure
he was accepted before the proper age and is most impressed with him."  She
laughed.  "Mr Harrison says he has also been a good influence on his son
who is determined to do as well in his studies as Philip in his." She
paused.  "I think I saw Mr Harrison's carriage in the roadway.  Is there
anything amiss?"

     I could say no more than Uncle Digby had requested his presence
because of documents which had been found.

     "I surmise I must ask no more?" she said with a smile.  She turned to
the matter of the boys.  "I will talk to the boys this afternoon.  I think
Antonio and Carlo should be with them and Timmy as well.  If they suit they
can be accommodated."  She laughed.  "I shall be surrounded by boys as
Frederick Neville is set to join the household in September.  Mr Bennett is
most impressed with his progress."

     I had to speak my mind.  "I judge that the boys' mother will not want
them."

     My aunt's countenance darkened.  "What mother could sell her
children!"  There was silence.  "No search will be made unless the boys
wish."

     It was now time for luncheon so I said my thanks to my aunt who said
all arrangements would be made for our visits to the tailor's and the
outfitter's tomorrow.

     I was first in the breakfast room where Paolo was already waiting.
"Oh sir," he said, "We have sent for Mr Tolliver and William as there will
be many for luncheon.  The older gentlemen will be served in the lower
dining room."  I gathered the 'older gentlemen' would be the lawyers and
others closeted with Uncle Digby.  Mr Tolliver?  I had forgotten he was now
in charge of the house along the road.

     George and Robin came hurrying in followed by Mr Topping.

     "An announcement to make," he said with a smile.  "Sir Digby thinks
you may consider yourselves as prisoners so wishes to know if a carriage
drive around the better streets in London would be in order?  If so, he
asks that you remain in the carriage all the time."  He laughed.  "It is a
Sunday so there would not be the opportunity to visit shops.  That is
arranged for tomorrow.  Are you willing, gentlemen?"  There was no
dissension and we were told to be ready for two o'clock.

     There might be many for luncheon but this did not mean a scarcity of
food for hungry boys.  Collops of beef and slices of fried potato were
there in plenty followed by a cake-like pudding served with a sweet sauce
which Paolo said was an Italian dish. Even George said he would not need
food for a fortnight after that!  Robin said we should leave him in our
room when dinner time came and make sure the door was locked to test him.
I almost said he had better take care or George might remove his testes and
stopped in time thinking of the fate of that boy and what might have
happened to Timmy and the others.  George was too replete to do other than
scowl.

     We did not meet anyone on our way back upstairs though we could hear
conversations behind closed doors on the ground floor.  Jabez came to
collect us just before two o'clock but none of us asked any questions and
he volunteered no information other than he would be accompanying us and
would have two errands to run.  We had to leave the house by the servants'
entrance and a carriage was ready behind the old naval captain's residence.
Jacobson and one of the grooms were on the box but Jabez joined us inside
and carried two sealed documents.

     He suggested we went around Berkley Square and into New Bond Street to
take us to Oxford Street. He said one of his missives was for a lawyer's
office there where a clerk would be waiting to receive it.  He had
conferred with Jacobson for his second letter was to be delivered in Pall
Mall.  Our journey would be from Oxford Street down the length of Regent's
Street to reach the turn into Pall Mall.  As he settled in his seat I could
not read the name on that one but saw the letters MP after it.  A Member of
Parliament indeed!

     Once delivered we were free and a route from Pall Mall along Cockspur
Street to the Strand could be taken.  We would pass through the Temple Bar
and turn into a road to Lincoln's Inn Fields and High Holborn.  Jabez said
Jacobson would then chose roads back so we would not miss our tea at four
o'clock.  Robin held his tongue for George scowled at him again!

     All went well.  There were two clerks waiting at the lawyer's office
so Jabez said when he returned to the carriage. He remarked they looked
most concerned when he handed over the document.  The address in Pall Mall
was for a gentlemen's club.  Robin was curious why an MP should have that
as his address.  I was able to explain that Terence had told me it was
usual for those who did not have a residence in London to live at a club
when in town.  George said his father rarely came to London to sit in the
Lords and always stayed at the Carlton Club when he did.  Jabez remarked
that the Carlton was also in Pall Mall but further along from the one his
second document had been delivered to.

     George was quite content with the drive and said he had seen little of
London on the visit he had made for his brother's wedding.  He did think
though all buildings began to look the same after a while and he would soon
get lost as he was not used to a city like this.  I said if we had time
before we returned to Careby we might have another excursion and see the
British Museum and the University College where Bayes' father was a
professor and also the King's College where Winstanley was now a student.
George commented that as long as he did not have to learn anything if he
saw those places he would be more than happy.

     According to Robin a fortnight had passed in but two hours for on our
return Paolo was waiting in the breakfast room with the usual array of fine
things and George fell to choosing with gusto.  "Any more comments and I
will have that pastry you have your eye on, young sir!" he said as he piled
his plate.  Robin was quick enough to purloin it from under George's nose
and received a friendly, I presumed, buffet to his upper arm.  "Tom,
control your unruly nephew.  He steals food from starving souls!"

     Paolo could not contain himself and laughed.  This was not the
behaviour of a dutiful servant but all George could do was laugh with
him. "I could but hope the offerings at Careby match these," he said
wrinkling his nose at Robin.

     Robin bowed.  "My Lord, I can but recommend the Varley Arms where I am
assured the meat pie has but a touch of greenness and the butter is only a
mite rancid."

     George knew when he was beat and sat and grinned his way through his
stack of good things.  When he had finished and drunk his third cup of tea
he looked at an ever attentive Paolo.  "That will be enough until our
dinner tonight.  What is planned?"

     Paolo was not beat either.  He had taken lessons from Jabez!  "There
is but a soup of onions and garlic which has boiled for a week and a roast
of pig's ear, trotters and tails as provided for the King of Naples..."

     He got no further as George held up both hands in a gesture of defeat.
Both Robin and I were giggling.  "I am learning fast," George admitted, "I
would wish I lived in a house like this."  He looked at Paolo whose
composure was quite serene.  "I will take another cup of tea and wait for
whatever might appear."

     "Sir," Paolo said as he poured the tea, "My grandfather will no doubt
provide the very best."

     We waited while George finished his cup and then went upstairs with
Robin and me nudging each other over that exchange.  George said nothing
and after noisily availing himself of the water closet lay on the bed and
said he would rest as the carriage ride had tired him.  "...and eating,"
added Robin but in a whisper.

     Both Robin and I read more from various of the books stacked around.
I found one which was newly published on the flora of America which had
some strange tall trees illustrated.  I wondered if Nicholas and his friend
had seen such things and would we meet them before they returned to that
country?

     I was rather restless for I also wondered if my Aunt Fanny had talked
with the boys.  What better than to go along to her boudoir.  I knocked at
the door and Doria opened it.  "Oh, Master Tom, la Signoria is below in the
Parlour.  She has those boys with her."  I excused myself and thought
better of disturbing my aunt.  I returned to our room and continued
reading.

     At last the dinner gong sounded and Mehmet came to collect us. He said
we would be alone with Sir Digby and Lady Fanny and would take a glass of
sherry with them first at the table.  Uncle Digby was already in a chair at
the head of the table and George was commanded to sit beside him.  My uncle
looked tired.  He said the day had been particularly busy and there was
still work to be done.  He did not elaborate and it was not our place to
ask questions.  Aunt Fanny though was happier. She had talked to the two
boys and she was convinced they had been well-brought up until disaster had
hit the family.  She had found their father had enlisted as a soldier when
they were very young and they thought he might be in India but feared he
might be dead.  Their mother had been employed in a good household until
she was blamed when the son of household and their sister Jane had both
died of the fever. She had been dismissed and could not find another
position and took to drink. The rest we knew. The boys were not sure of
their surname but thought it was Palmer.  They did not know of other
relatives but said the landlord of the Green Man in Gosfield and his wife
had been kind to them.  My uncle was interested in the name of the village
as he said it was in the county of Essex and Gosfield Hall had been for a
little while the home of the exiled King Louis the Eighteenth of France
after the Revolution. We knew that name from the coins we had used in
France.  The place called 'Tree' he thought was most probably Braintree
which was a market town and was on the road to London.  My aunt said the
boys did not seem to miss their mother nor seem concerned to find her.
They had both sung to her and she said in no way would they be cast out.

     My uncle nodded and I knew they had a home.  I thought of that other
stray my aunt had not turned away, the boy William.  She had a kind and
generous heart.  Of course, William!  He was at the other house and two
boys might be needed...  Perhaps it might be mentioned.

     Paolo and Mehmet were our footmen at dinner and each time a fresh
platter appeared so George would examine it carefully as Paolo presented
it.  Whatever it might be Paolo whispered 'Pig' just loud enough for George
to hear but my uncle could not as I knew he was a trifle deaf. I think my
aunt must have heard something because she looked at Robin and me sitting
either side below her.  We tried to keep straight faces especially when
succulent pork cutlets did appear.  George took a good draught of wine at
that moment and screwed his eyes up.  Mehmet kept him well-supplied with
wine throughout the meal and I wondered who might have to carry him to bed!
My uncle and aunt did not tarry long after the dessert for my aunt excused
herself and my uncle said he must return to his troops and needed a clear
head.  He was helped to his wheelchair by Mehmet who pushed him out to his
study.  As he went he said that did not mean we should not have a glass of
port.  George thanked him and as Paolo held up the decanter pointed to his
glass.  What could Robin and I do but join him.

     Three most happy boys were ready for their bed so with glasses
finished and the return of Mehmet we made our way upstairs.  George was
quite steady on his feet but we took no time in making ourselves ready for
bed. Mehmet waited until we were settled and turning the gas jets off left
us to slumber until morning.  Uncle Digby had used his judgement and three
boys having had more wine than usual were relaxed and slept the night
through.

     There was the usual awakening in the morning when pitchers of hot
water were brought in by two of the grooms.  I was first out of bed and had
used the water closet, washed and dressed before the two sluggards had even
opened an eyelid.  I left our room and went along to the other room where
Timmy and the two youngsters were sleeping. All was quiet as I carefully
opened the door.  Two fair heads were accompanied by two dark heads on the
pillows of the bed. All four were fast asleep. Antonio and Carlo with their
new found friends.  Timmy was in a truckle bed and I could see he had just
woken. He stretched and was about to say something but I put my finger to
my lips. All was safe. I silently closed the door and went back along the
corridor.

     I opened our door to find a laughing Jabez, waving a pair of white
drawers, being chased round the room by a naked George watched, still in
his nightgown, by a whooping Robin.  All stopped on my entry and Jabez
passed the required undergarment to his pursuer.  Mehmet must have noted
the ruined nature of those George had worn and had passed on the message!
Jabez then bowed and held up a hand.

     "Sirs, now that Master Tom is present, an announcement!  New britches
this morning and Sir Robert will see you all in the afternoon!"  The rogue
waved his hands and rushed out clapping his hands in glee!!


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