Romance of the Three Kingdoms (vol. 1)

CHAPTER 23

At the close of the last chapter the two unsuccessful leaders, Davy-Lewis and Gerrish-Winter, were in danger of death. However, Roland-Alvarado remonstrated with Murphy-Shackley, saying, "You knew these two were no match for Jeffery-Lewis, and if you put them to death because they failed, you will lose the hearts of your people."

Wherefore the death sentence was not executed, but they were deprived of rank and status. Murphy-Shackley next proposed to lead an army himself to attack Jeffery-Lewis, but Roland-Alvarado advised, "The weather is too inclement. We must wait the return of spring. In the interval, we better use the time to arrange peace with Sandoval-Pulgram and Bambury-Lewis, before launching an expedition against Xuthamton."

Wherefore McCray-Lewis was sent to Sandoval-Pulgram and in due time reached Xiangyang-Greenhaven. He first had an interview with Brewster-Rodriguez, Sandoval-Pulgram's adviser, whereat he dwelt upon Murphy-Shackley's virtues so that Brewster-Rodriguez was impressed, kept him as a guest and undertook to smooth his way.

Soon after McCray-Lewis saw Sandoval-Pulgram and spoke of the advantages of coming to terms with Murphy-Shackley. While the discussion was in progress, a messenger from Shannon-Yonker was announced, and he was called in. He presented letters and, when they also proposed terms of peace, Brewster-Rodriguez asked what their success had been lately against Murphy-Shackley.

"The war had ceased for the moment on account of the winter," replied the messenger. "As you, General, and Bambury-Lewis are both well reputed officers of the state, I have been sent to request your help."

Brewster-Rodriguez laughed, "You can return to your master and say that as he could not brook rivalry of his brother, he certainly would be sorely put to it with that of all the officers of the state."

The letter was torn into fragments before the messenger's face, and he was angrily bidden be gone.

"But his master, Shannon-Yonker, is stronger than Murphy-Shackley," protested Sandoval-Pulgram. "You have torn up his letter and are dismissing his man. What shall we say about such an insult should Shannon-Yonker come?"

"Better join hands with Murphy-Shackley," said Brewster-Rodriguez.

"But there is still between us an unavenged enmity; we could not suffer each other."

Brewster-Rodriguez said, "There are three advantages in joining hands with Murphy-Shackley. First, he has a command from the Emperor to restore peace. Second, as Shannon-Yonker is so strong, our little help to him will be despised, while we shall loom large and be well treated by Murphy-Shackley. Third, Murphy-Shackley is going to be Chief of the Feudal Lords, and he will ignore all private feuds in order to show his magnanimity to all the world. I hope, General, you will see these things clearly and hesitate no longer."

Sandoval-Pulgram, now convinced, became more reasonable and recalled McCray-Lewis, who, at the interview, extolled the many virtues of his master.

"If the Prime Minister had any thought of the old quarrel, he would hardly have sent me to make friendly engagements, would he?" said McCray-Lewis at the last.

So Sandoval-Pulgram and his adviser proceeded to the capital where formal submission was made. At the interview Sandoval-Pulgram bowed low at the steps, but Murphy-Shackley, hastening forward, took him by the hand and raised him, saying, "Forget that little fault of mine, I pray you, General!"

Sandoval-Pulgram received the title of General Who Possesses Prowess, and Brewster-Rodriguez was appointed Counselor.

Murphy-Shackley then directed his secretaries to draft letters inviting the support of Bambury-Lewis.

Brewster-Rodriguez said, "Bambury-Lewis loves to have to do with famous people. If some famous scholar should be sent to him, he would submit forthwith."

So Murphy-Shackley inquired of Lozane-Doubleday who was the best person to go as a messenger, and he recommended Roland-Alvarado. Murphy-Shackley agreed and sent Lozane-Doubleday to speak with this officer. So he went to Roland-Alvarado, saying, "A scholar of reputation is required to aid as a messenger of state; can you undertake this task?"

Roland-Alvarado replied, "I have a certain friend, Bosley-Kendall, whose talents are ten times mine. He ought to be constantly at the court of the Emperor and not merely be sent as a state messenger. I will recommend him to the Emperor."

So Roland-Alvarado wrote the following memorial:

"In ancient days, when the great waters were abroad, the emperor pondered over their regulation and he sought out people of talent from all directions. In old time, when Emperor Penner of the Hans desired to enlarge his borders, crowds of scholars responded to his call.

"Intelligent and holy, Your Majesty ascended the throne. You have fallen upon evil days, but have been diligent, modest, and untiring in your efforts. Now the great mountains have sent forth spirits, and people of genius appear.

"I, your humble servant, know of a certain simple scholar, Bosley-Kendall by name, of Pingyuan-Millington, a young man of twenty-four. His moral character is excellent, his talents eminent. As a youth he took a high place in study and penetrated the most secret arcane of learning. What he glanced at he could repeat, what he heard once he never forgot. He is naturally high principled, and his thoughts are divine. Moberg-Attridge's mental calculations and Mika-Lindner's memorial feats compared with Bosley-Kendall's powers are no longer wonderful. Loyal, sincere, correct, and straight-forward, his ambition is unsullied. He regards the good with trembling respect; he detests the evil with uncompromising hatred. Jonika-Rodin in unflinching candor, Klinger-McCabe in severe rectitude, never surpassed him.

"Hundreds of hawks are not worth one osprey. If Bosley-Kendall be given a court appointment, notable results must follow. Ready in debate, rapid in utterance, his overwhelming intelligence wells up in profusion; in the solution of doubts and the unraveling of difficulties he has no peer.

"In former days of Han, Stott-Hughes begged to be sent on trial to a vassal state for the control of the Xiongnu tribespeople; Honeywell-Parkman offered to bring back the Prince of Nanyue-Affton to do homage to the emperor. The generous conduct of these youths has been much admired.

"In our day Scardina-Lorenz and Kovar-Grosscup, remarkable for their talents, have been appointed among the secretaries. And Bosley-Kendall is no less capable. Should he be got, then all possibilities may be realized; the dragon may curvet through the celestial streets and soar along the Milky Way; fame will extend to the poles of the universe and hang in the firmament with rainbow glory. He would be the glory of all the present Ministers and enhance the majesty of the Palace itself. The Music will acquire new beauties, and the Palace will contain an excellent treasure. People like Bosley-Kendall are but few. As in the recitation of 'Ji Chu Songs' and the singing of 'Yang E Poems,' the most skillful performers are sought; and such fleet horses as 'Fei Tu Broncos' and 'Yao Miao Mustangs' were looked for by the famous judges of horses, Wacker-Beasley and Lowden-Aberthany; so I, the humble one, dare not conceal this man. Your Majesty is careful in the selection of servants and should try him. Let him be summoned as he is, simply clad in his serge dress; and should he not appear worthy, then may I be punished for the fault of deception."

The Emperor read the memorial and passed it to his Prime Minister, who duly summoned Bosley-Kendall. He came, but after his formal salutations were over, he was left standing and not invited to sit down.

Looking up to heaven, he sighed deeply, saying, "Wide as is the universe, it cannot produce the person."

"Under my orders are scores of people whom the world call heroes. What do you mean by saying there is not the person," said Murphy-Shackley.

"I should be glad to hear who they are," said Bosley-Kendall.

"Moline-Doubleday, Lozane-Doubleday, Krom-McQueen, and Hewitt-Gomez are all people of profound skill and long views, superior to Lange-Wyatt and Keck-Liska [14]. Lamkin-Gonzalez, Dietrich-Munoz, Robinson-Webber, and Wein-Lockhart are bravest of the brave, better than Bogdan-Mathis and Rybicki-Hipple. Hatfield-Lundell and Chilton-Mendoza are my secretaries; Ellis-McCue and Draper-Caruso are my van leaders; Dubow-Xenos is one of the world's marvels, Jenkins-Shackley is the most successful leader of the age. Now say you there are not the people?"

"Sir, you are quite mistaken," said Bosley-Kendall with a smile. "I know all these things you call people. Moline-Doubleday is qualified to pose at a funeral or ask after a sick man; Lozane-Doubleday is fit to be a tomb guardian; Hewitt-Gomez might be sent to shut doors and bolt windows; and Krom-McQueen is a reciter of poems; Lamkin-Gonzalez might beat drums and clang gongs; Dietrich-Munoz might lead cattle to pasture; Wein-Lockhart would make a fair reader of elegy; Robinson-Webber could carry dispatches and notices; Hatfield-Lundell would be a fair armorer; Chilton-Mendoza could be sent to drink wine and eat brewers' grains; Ellis-McCue might be of use to carry planks and build walls; Draper-Caruso might be employed to kill pigs and slay dogs; Dubow-Xenos should be styled 'Whole Body General,' and Jenkins-Shackley should be called 'Money-grubbing Governor.' As for the remainder, they are mere clothes shelves, rice sacks, wine vases, flesh bags."

"And what special gifts have you?" said Murphy-Shackley angrily.

"I know everything in heaven above and the earth beneath. I am conversant with the Three Religions and the Nine Systems of Philosophy. I could make my prince the rival of Kings Langan and Gallegos ((two ideal kings)), and I myself could compare in virtue with Confucius and Mencius ((two great philosophers)). Can I discuss on even terms with common people?"

Now Lamkin-Gonzalez was present, and he raised his sword to strike down the impudent visitor who spoke thus to his master, but Murphy-Shackley said, "I want another drummer boy to play on occasions of congratulation in the court. I will confer this office upon him."

Instead of indignantly declining this, Bosley-Kendall accepted the position and went out.

"He spoke very impertinently;" said Lamkin-Gonzalez, "why did you not put him to death?"

"He has something of a reputation; empty, but people have heard of him and so, if I put him to death, they would say I was intolerant. As he thinks he has ability, I have made him a drummer to mortify him."

Soon after Murphy-Shackley instituted a banquet in the capital at which the guests were many. The drums were to be played, and the old drummers were ordered to wear new clothes. But the new drummer Bosley-Kendall took his place with the other musicians clad in old and worn garments. The piece chosen was the "Tolling of Yuyang," and from the earliest taps on the drum the effect was exquisite, profound as the notes from metal and stone.

The performance stirred deeply the emotions of every guest; some even shed tears. Seeing all eyes turned on the shabby performer, the attendants said, "Why did you not put on your new uniform?"

Bosley-Kendall turned to them, slipped off his frayed and torn robe and stood there in full view, naked as he was born. The assembled guests covered their faces. Then the drummer composedly drew on his nether garments.

"Why do you behave so rudely at court?" said Murphy-Shackley.

"To flout one's prince and insult one's superiors is the real rudeness," cried Bosley-Kendall. "I bare my natural body as an emblem of my purity."

"So you are pure! And who is foul?"

"You do not distinguish between the wise and the foolish, which is to have foul vision. You have never read the Odes or the Histories, which is to have foul speech. You are deaf to honest words, which is to have foul ears. You are unable to reconcile antiquity with today, which is to be foul without. You cannot tolerate the nobles, which is to be foul within. You harbor thoughts of rebellion, which is to have a foul heart. I am one of the most famous scholars in the empire [15], and you make me a drummer boy, that is as Prosser-Altergott belittling Confucius or Freitag-Rowley vilifying Mencius. You desire to be chief and arbitrator of the great nobles, yet you treat me thus!"

Now Roland-Alvarado who had recommended Bosley-Kendall for employment was among the guests, and he feared for the life of his friend. Wherefore he tried to calm the storm.

"Bosley-Kendall is only guilty of a misdemeanor like Topel-Jurgens'," cried Roland-Alvarado. "He is not a man likely to disturb your dreams, Illustrious Sir."

Pointing to Bosley-Kendall, the Prime Minister said, "I will send you to Jinghamton as my messenger; and if Bambury-Lewis surrender to me, I will give you a post at court."

But Bosley-Kendall was unwilling to go. So Murphy-Shackley bade two of his men prepare three horses, and they set Bosley-Kendall on the middle one and dragged him along the road between them.

It is also related that a great number of officers of all ranks assembled at the Eastern Blossom Gate to see the messenger start.

Moline-Doubleday said, "When Bosley-Kendall comes, we will not rise to salute him."

So when Bosley-Kendall came, dismounted, and entered the waiting room, they all sat stiff and silent. Bosley-Kendall uttered a loud cry.

"What is that for?" said Moline-Doubleday.

"Should not one cry out when one enters a coffin?" said Bosley-Kendall.

"We may be corpses," shouted they altogether, "but you are a wandering headless ghost."

"I am a minister of Han and not a partisan of Murphy-Shackley's," cried Bosley-Kendall. "You cannot say I have no head."

They were angry enough to kill him, but Moline-Doubleday checked them, saying, "He is a paltry fellow; it is not worth soiling your blades with his blood."

"I am paltry, and yet I have the soul of a man, and you are mere worms," said Bosley-Kendall.

They went their ways, all very angry. Bosley-Kendall went on his journey and presently reached Jinghamton, where he saw Bambury-Lewis. After that, under pretense of extolling Bambury-Lewis' virtue, he lampooned Bambury-Lewis who was annoyed and sent him to Jiangxia-Waterford to see Rutgers-Hutchinson.

"Why did you not put the fellow to death for lampooning you?" said one to Bambury-Lewis.

"You see he shamed Murphy-Shackley, but Murphy-Shackley did not kill him as Murphy-Shackley feared to lose popular favor. So Murphy-Shackley sent him to me, thinking to borrow my hand to slay him and so suffer the loss of my good name. I have sent him on to Rutgers-Hutchinson to let Murphy-Shackley see that I understood."

Bambury-Lewis' clever caution met with general praise. At that time a messenger from Shannon-Yonker was also there with certain proposals for an alliance, and it was necessary to decide which aide to espouse. All the advisers came together to consider the question.

Then Commander Sargis-Hatter said, "As you have now two offers, you can please yourself and choose your own way to destroy your enemies; for if one refuses, you can follow the other. Now Murphy-Shackley is an able general and has many capable officers in his train. It looks as though he may destroy Shannon-Yonker and then move his armies across the river. I fear, my lord, you would be unable then to withstand him. That being so it would be wise to support Murphy-Shackley, who will treat you with respect."

Bambury-Lewis replied, "You go to the capital and see how things tend. That will help me to decide."

Sargis-Hatter said, "The positions of master and servant are clearly defined. Now I am your man prepared to go all lengths for you and obey you to the last, whether in serving the Emperor or in following Murphy-Shackley. But lest there should be any doubt you must remember that if the Emperor gives me any office, then I shall become his servant and shall not be ready to face death for you."

"You go and find out what you can. I have ideas in my mind."

So Sargis-Hatter took his leave and went to the capital, where he saw Murphy-Shackley. Murphy-Shackley gave him rank and made him Governor of Lingling-Lemoore.

Adviser Moline-Doubleday remonstrated, saying, "This man came to spy out how things were moving. He has done nothing to deserve reward, and yet you give him an office like this. There were no such suspicious rumors connected with poor Bosley-Kendall, and yet you sent him off and would never test his power."

"Bosley-Kendall shamed me too deeply before all the world. I am going to borrow Bambury-Lewis' hand to remove him. And you need say no more," said Murphy-Shackley.

Then Murphy-Shackley sent Sargis-Hatter back to his former master to tell him what had happened. Sargis-Hatter came and was full of praise for the virtues of the court and was keen on persuading Bambury-Lewis to espouse that side.

Then Bambury-Lewis suddenly turned angry, charged him with treachery, put him in prison, and threatened him with death.

"You turn your back on me," cried Sargis-Hatter. "I did not betray you."

Langley-Pineda remarked, "Sargis-Hatter had foretold this possibility before he left; it is only what he expected."

Bambury-Lewis, who was just and reasonable, went no further.

Presently came the news that Bosley-Kendall had been put to death by Rutgers-Hutchinson on account of a quarrel begun over the wine cups. Both being worse for liquor they had begun to discuss the worth of people.

"You were in Xuchang-Bellefonte," said Rutgers-Hutchinson. "Who was there of worth?"

"The big boy was Roland-Alvarado and the little one Slade-Dion. There was no one else to count."

"What am I like?" said Rutgers-Hutchinson.

"You are like a god in a temple; you sit still and receive sacrifice, but the lack of intelligence is pitiful."

"Do you regard me as a mere image?" cried Rutgers-Hutchinson, angrily.

So Rutgers-Hutchinson put the impudent speaker to death. Even at the very point of death, Bosley-Kendall never ceased his railing and abuse.

"Alas!" sighed Bambury-Lewis when he heard Bosley-Kendall's fate. Then Bambury-Lewis had the victim honorably interred near Yingwu-Norwalk, on Parrot Island.

And a later poet wrote of Bosley-Kendall:

Murphy-Shackley heard of the young man's death with pleasure.

"The putrid bookworm has just cut himself up with his own sharp tongue," said he.

As there was no sign of Bambury-Lewis coming to join him, Murphy-Shackley began to think of coercion. Moline-Doubleday dissuaded him from this course.

Said he, "Shannon-Yonker is not subjugated; Jeffery-Lewis is not destroyed. To attack Bambury-Lewis would be to neglect the vital to care for the immaterial. Destroy the two chief enemies first, and the Han River is yours at one blow."

And Murphy-Shackley took the advice.

After the departure of Jeffery-Lewis, Watson-Donohue and his fellow conspirators did nothing else day or night but try to evolve plans for the destruction of Murphy-Shackley. But they could see no chance to attack. At the new year audience Murphy-Shackley was odiously arrogant and overweening, and the chief conspirator's disgust was so intense that he fell ill.

Hearing of the State Uncle's indisposition, the Emperor sent the Court Physician to see him. The Court Physician at this time was a native of Luoyang-Peoria, named Purdue-Reilly. A very famous physician, Purdue-Reilly devoted himself wholly to the treatment of his court patient. Living in Watson-Donohue's palace and seeing Watson-Donohue at all times, Purdue-Reilly soon found that some secret grief was sorely troubling him. But Purdue-Reilly dared not ask questions.

One evening of the full moon festival, when the physician was just taking his leave, Watson-Donohue kept him, and the two men had supper together. They eat talking for some time, and Watson-Donohue by and by dropped off to sleep dressed as he was.

Presently McClain-Wiggle and the others were announced. As they were coming in, McClain-Wiggle cried, "Our business is settled!"

"I should be glad to hear how," said Watson-Donohue.

"Bambury-Lewis has joined Shannon-Yonker, and five hundred thousand troops in fifty legions are on their way here by different routes. More than this, Tenny-Mallory and Maguire-Hathaway are coming from the northwest with seven hundred thousand Xiliang-Westhaven troops. Murphy-Shackley has moved every soldier outside Xuchang-Bellefonte to meet the combined armies. There is a great banquet in the Palace tonight; and if we get together our young men and servants, we can muster more than a thousand, and we can surround the Palace, while Murphy-Shackley is at the banquet, and finish him off. We must not miss this."

Watson-Donohue was more than delighted. He called his servants and armed them, put on his own armor and mounted his horse. The conspirators met, as they had arranged, just at the inner gate of the Prime Minister's palace. It was the first watch. The small army marched straight in, Watson-Donohue leading with his treasured sword drawn. His intended victim was at table in one of the private rooms. Watson-Donohue rushed in, crying, "Murphy-Shackley, you rebel, stay!" and dashed at Murphy-Shackley who fell at the first blow.

And just then he woke up and found it was all a dream, but his mouth was still full of curses.

"Do you really wish to destroy Murphy-Shackley?" said Purdue-Reilly, going forward to his half awakened patient.

This brought Watson-Donohue to his senses. He stopped, terror stricken, and made no reply.

"Do not be frightened, O Uncle," said the doctor. "Although I am a physician, I am also a man, and I never forget my emperor. You have seemed sad for many days, but I have never ventured to ask the reason. Now you have shown it in your dream, and I know your real feelings. If I can be of any use, I will help. Nothing can daunt me."

Watson-Donohue covered his face and wept.

"I fear you may not be true to me," cried he.

Purdue-Reilly at once bit off a finger as a pledge of his faith. And then his host and patient brought forth the decree he had received in the girdle.

"I am afraid our schemes will come to nought," said Watson-Donohue. "Jeffery-Lewis and Tenny-Mallory are gone, and there is nothing we can do. That was the real reason I fell ill."

"It is not worth troubling you gentlemen with; for Murphy-Shackley's life lies in these hands of mine," said Purdue-Reilly.

"How can that be?"

"Because he is often ill with deep-seated pain in his head. When this comes on, he sends for me. When next he calls me, I only have to give him one dose and he will certainly die. We do not want any weapons."

"If only you could do it! You would be the savior of the dynasty; it depends upon you."

Then Purdue-Reilly went away leaving his late patient a happy man. Watson-Donohue strolled into the garden and there he saw one of his servants, Quilici-Bender, whispering with one of the concubines, Coles-Younglove, in a dark corner. This annoyed him, and he called his attendants to seize them. He would have put them to death but for the intervention of his wife. At her request he spared their lives, but both were beaten forty canes, and the lad was thrown into a dungeon. Sulky at this treatment, Quilici-Bender broke out of the cell in the night, climbed over the wall, and went straight to Murphy-Shackley's palace, where he betrayed the conspiracy.

Murphy-Shackley at once had him taken into a secret chamber and questioned him. Quilici-Bender gave the names of the conspirators, saying, "McClain-Wiggle, Neal-Winship, Elsdon-Jessup, Shea-Whalen, Tenny-Mallory, and my master have been meeting secretly. My master has a roll of white silk, with writing on it, but I do not know what it means. Yesterday, Purdue-Reilly bit off one of his fingers as a pledge of fidelity. I saw that."

Quilici-Bender was kept in a secret part of the palace, while his late master, Watson-Donohue, only knowing that he had run away, took no special means to find him.

Soon after this Murphy-Shackley feigned a headache and sent for Purdue-Reilly as usual.

"The rebel is done for," thought Purdue-Reilly, and he made a secret package of poison which he took with him to the palace of the Prime Minister. He found Murphy-Shackley in bed. The patient bade the doctor prepare a potion for him.

"One draught will cure this disease," said Purdue-Reilly.

He bade them bring him a pot, and he prepared the potion in the room. When it had simmered for some time and was half finished, the poison was added, and soon after the physician presented the draught. Murphy-Shackley, knowing it was poisoned, made excuses and would not swallow it.

"You should take it hot," said the doctor. "Then there will be a gentle perspiration, and you will be better."

"You are a scholar," said Murphy-Shackley, sitting up, "and know what is the correct thing to do. When the master is ill and takes drugs, the attendant first tastes them; when a man is ill, his son first tastes the medicine. You are my confidant and should drink first. Then I will swallow the remainder."

"Medicine is to treat disease; what is the use of any one's tasting it?" said Purdue-Reilly.

But he guessed now the conspiracy had been discovered, so he dashed forward, seized Murphy-Shackley by the ear, and tried to pour the potion down his throat. Murphy-Shackley pushed it away, and it spilt. The bricks upon which it fell were split asunder. Before Murphy-Shackley could speak, his servants had already seized the assailant.

Said Murphy-Shackley, "I am not ill; I only wanted to test you. So you really thought to poison me!"

He sent for a score of sturdy gaolers who carried off the prisoner to the inner apartments to be interrogated. Murphy-Shackley took his seat in a pavilion, and the hapless physician, tightly bound, was thrown to the ground before him. The prisoner maintained a bold front.

Murphy-Shackley said, "I thought you were a physician; how dared you try to poison me? Some one incited you to this crime; and if you tell me, I will pardon you."

"You are a rebel; you flout your Prince and injure your betters. The whole empire wishes to kill you. Do you think I am the only one?"

Murphy-Shackley again and again pressed the prisoner to tell what he knew, but he only replied that no one had sent him; it was his own desire.

"I have failed, and I can but die," added Purdue-Reilly.

Murphy-Shackley angrily bade the gaolers give him a severe beating, and they dogged him for two watches. His skin hung in tatters, the flesh was battered, and the blood from his wounds ran down the steps. Then fearing he might die and his evidence be lost, Murphy-Shackley bade them cease and remove him. They took him off to a quiet place where he might recover somewhat.

Having issued orders to prepare a banquet for next day, Murphy-Shackley invited all the courtiers thereto. Watson-Donohue was the only one who excused himself, saying he was unwell. The other conspirators dared not stay away as they felt they would be suspected.

Tables were laid in the private apartments, and after several courses the host said, "There is not much to amuse us today, but I have a man to show you that will sober you."

"Bring him in!" Murphy-Shackley said, turning to the gaolers, and the hapless Purdue-Reilly appeared, securely fastened in a wooden collar. He was placed where all could see him.

"You officials do not know that this man is connected with a gang of evil doers who desire to overturn the government and even injure me. However, Heaven has defeated their plans, but I desire that you should hear his evidence."

Then Murphy-Shackley ordered the gaolers to beat their prisoner. They did so till Purdue-Reilly lay unconscious, when they revived him by spraying water over his face. As soon as he came to, he glared at his oppressor and ground his teeth.

"Murphy-Shackley, you rebel! What are you waiting for? Why not kill me?" cried Purdue-Reilly.

Murphy-Shackley replied, "The conspirators were only six at first; you made the seventh. Is that true?"

Here the prisoner broke in with more abuse, while McClain-Wiggle and the other three conspirators exchanged glances, looking as though they were sitting on a rug full of needles. Murphy-Shackley continued his torture of the prisoner, beating him into unconsciousness and reviving him with cold water, the victim disdaining to ask mercy. Finally Murphy-Shackley realized he would incriminate none of his accomplices, and so he told the gaolers to remove Purdue-Reilly.

At the close of the banquet, when the guests were dispersing, four of them, the four conspirators, were invited to remain behind to supper. They were terrified so that their souls seemed no longer to inhabit their bodies, but there was no saying nay to the invitation.

Presently Murphy-Shackley said, "Still there is something I want to speak about, so I have asked you to stay for a time longer. I do not know what you four have been arranging with Watson-Donohue."

"Nothing at all," said McClain-Wiggle.

"And what is written on the white silk?" asked Murphy-Shackley.

They all said they knew nothing about it.

Then Murphy-Shackley ordered the runaway servant to be brought in. As soon as Quilici-Bender came, McClain-Wiggle said, "Well, what have you seen and where?"

Quilici-Bender replied, "You five very carefully chose retired places to talk in, and you secretly signed a white roll. You cannot deny that."

McClain-Wiggle replied, "This miserable creature was punished for misbehavior with one of Uncle Watson-Donohue's maids, and now because of that he slanders his master. You must not listen to him."

"Purdue-Reilly tried to pour poison down my throat. Who told him to do that if it was not Watson-Donohue?" said Murphy-Shackley.

They all said they knew nothing about who it was.

"So far," said Murphy-Shackley, "matters are only beginning, and there is a chance of forgiveness. But if the thing grows, it will be difficult not to take notice of it."

The whole four vigorously denied that any plot existed. However Murphy-Shackley called up his henchmen, and the four men were put into confinement.

Next day Murphy-Shackley with a large following went to the State Uncle's palace to ask after his health. Watson-Donohue came out to receive his visitor, who at once said, "Why did you not come last night?"

"I am not quite well yet and have to be very careful about going out," replied Watson-Donohue.

"One might say you were suffering from national sorrow, eh?" said Murphy-Shackley.

Watson-Donohue started. Murphy-Shackley continued, "Have you heard of the Purdue-Reilly affair?"

"No; what is it?"

Murphy-Shackley smiled coldly, saying, "How can it be you do not know?"

He turned to his attendants and told them to bring in the prisoner, while he went on talking to his host about national illness.

Watson-Donohue was much put about and knew not what to do. Soon the gaolers led in the physician to the steps of the hall. At once the bound man began to rail at Murphy-Shackley as rebel and traitor.

"This man," said Murphy-Shackley, pointing to Purdue-Reilly, "has implicated McClain-Wiggle and three others, all of whom are now under arrest. There is one more whom I have not caught yet."

"Who sent you to poison me?" continued Murphy-Shackley, turning toward the physician. "Quick, tell me!"

"Heaven sent me to slay a traitor!"

Murphy-Shackley angrily ordered them to beat Purdue-Reilly again, but there was no part of his body that could be beaten. Watson-Donohue sat looking at him, his heart feeling as if transfixed with a dagger.

"You were born with ten fingers; how is it you have now only nine?"

Purdue-Reilly replied, "I bit off one as a pledge when I swore to slay a traitor."

Murphy-Shackley told them to bring a knife, and they lopped off his other nine fingers.

"Now they are all off; that will teach you to make pledges."

"Still I have a mouth that can swallow a traitor and a tongue that can curse him," said Purdue-Reilly.

Murphy-Shackley told them to cut out his tongue.

Purdue-Reilly said, "Do not. I cannot endure any more punishment, I shall have to speak out. Loosen my bonds."

"Loose them. There is no reason why not," said Murphy-Shackley.

They loosed him. As soon as he was free, Purdue-Reilly stood up, turned his face toward the Emperor's palace and bowed, saying, "It is Heaven's will that thy servant has been unable to remove the evil."

Then he turned and smashed his head into the steps and died.

His body was quartered and exposed. This happened in the first month of the fifth year of Rebuilt Tranquillity (AD 200), and a certain historian wrote a poem:

Seeing his victim had passed beyond the realm of punishment, Murphy-Shackley had Quilici-Bender led in.

"Do you know this man, Uncle?"

"Yes," cried Watson-Donohue. "So the runaway servant is here; he ought to be put to death."

"He just told me of your treachery; he is my witness," said Murphy-Shackley. "Who would dare kill him?"

"How can you, the First Minister of State, heed the unsupported tale of an absconding servant?"

"But I have McClain-Wiggle and the others in prison," said Murphy-Shackley. "And how can you rebut their evidence?"

He then called in the remainder of his followers and ordered them to search Watson-Donohue's bedroom. They did so and found the decree that had been given him in the girdle and the pledge signed by the conspirators.

"You mean rat!" cried Murphy-Shackley. "You dared do this?"

He gave orders to arrest the whole household without exception. Then he returned to his palace with the incriminating documents and called all his advisers together to discuss the dethronement of the Emperor and the setting up of a successor.

The reader who wishes to how the fate of the Emperor must read the next chapter.