第25章 THE LEASE OF THE "CROSS KEYS."(2)
"Better take the bag to keep it in,"added the Bishop."Be sure and let me have them both back early to-morrow."The reporter,when he examined the contents of the bag under a lamp in the Cathedral vestibule,could hardly believe his good fortune.
The careful Bishop's notes were so full and clear that for all practical purposes they were equal to a report.His work was already done.He felt so pleased with himself that he determined to treat himself to another "two"of gin,and,with this intent,made his way across to the little "public"before-mentioned.
"It's really excellent gin you sell here,"he said to the barmaid when he had finished;"I think,my dear,I'll have just one more."At eleven the landlord gently but firmly insisted on his leaving,and he went,assisted,as far as the end of the court,by the potboy.
After he was gone,the landlord noticed a neat little black bag on the seat where he had been lying.Examining it closely,he discovered a brass plate between the handles,and upon the brass plate were engraved the owner's name and title.Opening the bag,the landlord saw a neat little roll of manuscript,and across a corner of the manuscript was written the Bishop's name and address.
The landlord blew a long,low whistle,and stood with his round eyes wide open gazing down at the open bag.Then he put on his hat and coat,and taking the bag,went out down the court,chuckling hugely as he walked.He went straight to the house of the Resident Canon and rang the bell.
"Tell Mr.--,"he said to the servant,"that I must see him to-night.
I wouldn't disturb him at this late hour if it wasn't something very important."The landlord was ushered up.Closing the door softly behind him,he coughed deferentially.
"Well,Mr.Peters"(I will call him "Peters"),said the Canon,"what is it?""Well,sir,"said Mr.Peters,slowly and deliberately,"it's about that there lease o'mine.I do hope you gentlemen will see your way to makin'it twenty-one year instead o'fourteen.""God bless the man!"cried the Canon,jumping up indignantly,"you don't mean to say you've come to me at eleven o'clock on a Sunday night to talk about your lease?""Well,not entirely,sir,"answered Peters,unabashed;"there's another little thing I wished to speak to you about,and that's this"--saying which,he laid the Bishop's bag before the Canon and told his story.
The Canon looked at Mr.Peters,and Mr.Peters looked at the Canon.
"There must be some mistake,"said the Canon.
"There's no mistake,"said the landlord."I had my suspicions when Ifirst clapped eyes on him.I seed he wasn't our usual sort,and Iseed how he tried to hide his face.If he weren't the Bishop,then Idon't know a Bishop when I sees one,that's all.Besides,there's his bag,and there's his sermon."Mr.Peters folded his arms and waited.The Canon pondered.Such things had been known to happen before in Church history.Why not again?
"Does any one know of this besides yourself?"asked the Canon.
"Not a livin'soul,"replied Mr.Peters,"as yet.""I think--I think,Mr.Peters,"said the Canon,"that we may be able to extend your lease to twenty-one years.""Thank you kindly,sir,"said the landlord,and departed.Next morning the Canon waited on the Bishop and laid the bag before him.
"Oh,"said the Bishop cheerfully,"he's sent it back by you,has he?""He has,sir,"replied the Canon;"and thankful I am that it was to me he brought it.It is right,"continued the Canon,"that I should inform your lordship that I am aware of the circumstances under which it left your hands."The Canon's eye was severe,and the Bishop laughed uneasily.
"I suppose it wasn't quite the thing for me to do,"he answered apologetically;"but there,all's well that ends well,"and the Bishop laughed.
This stung the Canon."Oh,sir,"he exclaimed,with a burst of fervour,"in Heaven's name--for the sake of our Church,let me entreat--let me pray you never to let such a thing occur again."The Bishop turned upon him angrily.
"Why,what a fuss you make about a little thing!"he cried;then,seeing the look of agony upon the other's face,he paused.
"How did you get that bag?"he asked.
"The landlord of the Cross Keys brought it me,"answered the Canon;"you left it there last night."
The Bishop gave a gasp,and sat down heavily.When he recovered his breath,he told the Canon the real history of the case;and the Canon is still trying to believe it.
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