Rookwood. A Romance By W. HARRISON AINSWORTH

“Detain me not,” cried he, in a voice of thunder. “If you would save her who is dear to you, descend into that vault. Off, I say.”

And Turpin shook away, with ease, the grasp that Ranulph had laid upon him.

“Villain, you do not escape me this time,” said Major Mowbray, interposing himself between Turpin and the outlet.

“Major Mowbray, I would not have your blood upon my head,” said Dick. “Let me pass.” And he levelled a pistol.

“Fire, if you dare!” said the major, raising his sword. “You pass not. I will die rather than allow you to escape. Barricade the door. Strike him down if he attempts to pass. Richard Turpin, I arrest you in the King’s name. You hear, my lads, in His Majesty’s name. I command you to assist me in this highwayman’s capture. Two hundred pounds for his head.”

“Two hundred devils!” exclaimed Dick, with a laugh of disdain. “Go, seek your mother and sister within yon vault, Major Mowbray; you will find employment enough there.”

Saying which, he suddenly forced Bess to back a few yards; then, striking his heels sharply into her sides, ere his purpose could be divined by the spectators, charged, and cleared the lower part of the mouldering priory walls. The feat was apparently accomplished with no great effort by his admirable and unequalled mare.

“By the powers!” cried Titus, “and he’s given us the slip after all. And just when we thought to make sure of him, too. Why, Mr. Coates, that wall must be higher than a five-barred gate, or any stone wall in my own country. It’s just the most extraordinary lepp I ever set eyes on!”

“The devil’s in the fellow, certainly, or in his mare,” returned Coates; “but if he escapes me, I’ll forgive him. I know whither he’s bound. He’s off to London with my bill of exchange. I’ll be up with him. I’ll track him like a bloodhound, slowly and surely, as my father the thief-taker used to follow up a scent. Recollect the hare and the tortoise. The race is not always to the swift. What say you? ‘Tis a match for five hundred pounds; nay, for five thousand: for there is a certain marriage certificate in the way—a glorious golden venture! You shall go halves, if we win. We’ll have him, dead or alive. What say you for London, Mr. Tyrconnel? Shall we stair at once.”

“With all my sowl,” replied Titus. “I’m with you.” And away this par nobile scoured.

Ranulph, meantime, plunged into the vault. The floor was slippery, and he had nigh stumbled. Loud and deep lamentations, and a wailing sound, like that of a lament for the dead, resounded in his ears. A light at the further extremity of the vault attracted his attention. He was filled with terrible forebodings; but the worst reality was not so terrible as suspense. He rushed towards the light. He passed the massive pillars, and there, by the ruddy torch flame, discovered two female figures. One was an old woman, fantastically attired, wringing her hands, and moaning, or gibbering wild strains in broken, discordant, yet pathetic tones. The other was Mrs. Mowbray. Both were images of despair. Before them lay some motionless object. He noticed not that old woman; he scarcely saw Mrs. Mowbray; he beheld only that object of horror. It was the lifeless body of a female. The light fell imperfectly upon the face; he could not discern the features, but the veil in which it was swathed: that veil was Eleanor’s! He asked no more.

With a wild cry he rushed forward. “Eleanor, my beloved,” shrieked he.

Mrs. Mowbray started at his voice, but appeared stunned and helpless.

“She is dead,” said Ranulph, stooping towards the body. “Dead—dead!”

“Ay,” echoed the old woman, in accents of equal anguish—”dead—dead!”

“But this is not Eleanor,” exclaimed he, as he viewed the features more closely. “This face, though beautiful, is not hers. This dishevelled hair is black. The long lashes that shade her cheek are of the same hue. She is scarce dead. The hand I clasp is yet warm—the fingers are pliant.”

“Yet she is dead,” said the old woman, in a broken voice. “She is slain.”

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