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— er — this um — this thorn in our — um’ (fumbling for the word that had escaped him, a twinge from his bruise gave him his cue) ‘in our seat of um-er. Oh, well, anyway, in my seat of errum — of JUSTICE. I mean — this botherin’ nuisance.’ Finishing thus lamely, he sat down cautiously, perspiring freely and none too happy as to what Caroline would say to him for having so willfully mortgaged her pin-money. He was, therefore, agreeably surprised when the whole Court rose and cheered him for a ‘jolly good fellow. Long live the Squire’. Villagers and jury alike, equally surprised that for once their Squire had done more than was expected of him, applauded him vigorously for thus turning what had been a thoroughly dismal and boring affair into a cause for jollification.

Gratified at the enthusiasm of his tenants, and pleasantly conscious that his personal success had put that ‘dratted corpse in the shade’, his departure from the Court House was like a triumphal progress, as amid loud cheerings, surrounded by bobbing villagers he followed the Sword of Justice borne by the Clerk of the Court out into the street. Here Sir Anthony, now thoroughly swollen-headed, was easily prevailed upon to repair to the Ship Inn for refreshment.

And so some two hours later, slightly dishevelled and smelling most strongly of the public bar, judicial wig over one ear and official robes looped high for convenience, he burst into the boudoir of his astonished lady wife, and, knowing that the best method of defence is attack pursed his lips, and loudly did what he had longed to do all day. Then he told her ladyship in no mean language that this time he had really been at it.

The Dymchurch beadle came in for a little of the Squire’s reflected glory, for at the Ship Inn, Sir Antony, after several of Mrs. Waggets’ specials, decided to have his Proclamation sent out there and then. So he and the Beadle had, between the rapid succession of rounds, written and solemnly rehearsed it together. This entailed a deal of serious thinking and was indeed thirsty work, so that before setting out on his rounds of the village the Beadle had had so many rounds with Sir Antony that his condition was pleasantly mellow.

Armed with bell, lantern and parchment he set off up the street to the Court House Square. Using the Squire’s mounting-block for his pulpit, and much pomp and ceremony and many ringings of his large hand-bell, he commenced. His voice, well lubricated with good strong ale, intoned the familiar ‘Oyez! Oyez! Oyez!’ which caused Sir Antony, who was dressing for dinner, to open his bedroom window and wave to him in brotherly greeting while shouting encouraging remarks. The Beadle waved back, and after several false starts began.

‘Sir Antony Cobtree, Chief Magistrate and Leveller of Marsh Scotts, deeming it meet and right, does out of his personal privy purse offer 1000 guineas over and above the Government reward already proclaimed, making in all 2000 guineas to be paid by His Majesty’s Lords of the Level of Romney Marsh, to any person or persons who shall hand over, or cause to be handed over, the leader of certain evil-disposed persons who ship overseas shorn wool and gold in exchange for rum, brandy, sundry spirits and silks. This desperate character, trading under the name of the Scarecrow, is wanted for trial on a capital charge at the next convenient Assizes, to be held at the Royal Court House at Dymchurch-under-the-Wall in the County of Kent. God save the King.’

Having delivered all this without a slip, he looked up at the window for approval, but Sir Antony, having heard the first bit in which his name was prominently featured, had lost interest and gone to the powder-closet, so the Beadle, somewhat disgruntled after this especial effort, went back to the ‘Ship’. There, he had several more rounds before starting off again. This time, however, he met with greater success, for moving up the village street crying the Proclamation as he went, he became the centre of interest and hospitality. All this only served as encouragement for a visit to the ‘City of London’. This tavern, on the sea-wall, seemed to be filled with his friends, and the four-ale bar was crowded. After a considerable time spent in these congenial surroundings he, like Sir Antony, had very little interest left in the Proclamation, so thinking to settle the matter once and for all, he decided on a rendering then and there. But hoisted by his drinking companions to a position of vantage on the bar counter, he discovered that he had lost the parchment. He made, however, a valiant effort to remember Sir Antony’s phraseology, but like a poorly rehearsed actor, he was lost without his script — and being an inebriated Beadle his voice was lost in the general ribaldry. Early in the proceedings he decided not to try any more ‘Oyezes’, having been unanimously shouted down with a chorus of ‘Oh nos’. So he plunged straight in. ‘That Scrantony Frobtree — on the Level — marsquots — deeming it meet and drink — er — meet and right — oh, well, damning it right and left — out of his person — into the Privy — no-no — oh, well, anyway — sundry spirits and sulks. Desperate character — God save the King.’ And the Beadle, with a loyal gesture, overbalanced and disappeared behind the bar — where kind Mrs. Clouder left him to sleep it off.

Two hours later she woke him, and having cooled his fuddled head beneath the kitchen pump, he recollected to his horror that he had not read the Proclamation to the Vicarage, and knowing that the Squire would most certainly ask Doctor Syn if he had heard it, made up his mind that it was better late than never. The parlour cleared but for a few stragglers, the missing parchment was found on the floor, undamaged save for beer stains and sawdust. So clutching his errant muse he ran along the sea-wall, arriving outside the parson’s house somewhat out of breath. He gave himself a couple of minutes in which to recover it before embarking upon this final test.

Mr. Mipps was filling a second churchwarden for the Vicar when the Beadle’s bell sounded and the speech began. Doctor Syn went to the bow window, and pulling the curtains wide looked out over the moonlit Marsh. He stood listening to the Proclamation — Mipps followed him and handed him the full pipe.

‘Hear that, Mr. Mipps? Two thousand guineas.’

‘Our price goin’ up, eh?’ Mr. Mipps whispered.

‘Two thousand guineas would be of great benefit to our Sick and Needy Fund. I suppose you have no idea as to the whereabouts of this deplorable ruffian?’

‘Me!’ echoed the Sexton. ‘Why me? ’Aven’t you got an idea?’

At that moment there was a sharp knocking on the front door — which caused the Vicar to answer: ‘No — but I have an idea that this may give us an idea. The door, Mr. Mipps.’

Giving the Vicar a quizzical look the Sexton went to open it.

Chapter 9

The Revenue Man Pays a Social Call

A curious feature of all the front doors in Dymchurch was that they possessed spy-hole grids. This enabled the person inside to identify a visitor before allowing admittance. It was wise to take this precaution if one’s activities happened to be questionable. Who knows? It might be a Bow Street Runner or the Revenue. Mr. Mipps always took this precaution, and having done so, closed the grid, uttering in a coarse whisper, ‘You know who it is, don’t you?’

The Vicar nodded, and repeated, ‘Open the door, Mr. Mipps,’ which the Sexton did somewhat reluctantly. A tall man stepped into the room and quickly looked about him. Seeing Doctor Syn, who was standing by the fire, a look of courtly query on his face, the stranger bowed and advanced towards him, saying: ‘Doctor Syn? Your pardon, sir. Revenue Officer from Sandgate. Nicholas Hyde, at your service. I should like a few words with you, Reverend Sir — alone.’ The last word directed at Mr. Mipps, who stood resentful and alert in the background. The Vicar bowed and said he was happy to make Mr. Hyde’s acquaintance, and then requested Mr. Mipps to leave them alone, which the Sexton did, throwing back a look of disgust at the Revenue man. Doctor Syn invited his visitor to take a seat and asked him if he would care for a drink, and upon the other’s, ‘Thank you, sir,’ poured him out a generous measure of brandy.

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