The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-10-22
CHAPTER TX.
In Search of the Quarrel.

In Search of the Quarrel
AS Law turned away from the door of
the Knollys mansion, he walked with head
bent forward, not looking upon the one
hand the other. He raised his eyes
only when a passing horseman had called
thrice to him.
"What!' cried Sir Arthur Pembroke.
IT little looked to see you here, Mr.. Law.
thought it more likely you were en-
gagged in other business
Meaning by that-?'
What should I mean. except that sup
posed you preparing for your little affair
with Wilson,"
My little AFFAIR.""
"Certainly, with Wilson. as I said. I
saw our friend Castleton but now, and he
advised me of your promptness. He had
searched for you for days. he being chosen
by Wilson for his friend-and said he had
at last found you in your lodging. Egad!
have mistook your kidney completely.
Never in London was duel brought on
so sN it, Fight? This afternoon! said
you. Jove! but the young bloodS Ia ughed
when they heard of it. Bloody Scotland
is what they have chrstened you at the
Green Lion. He said to me- said Charlie.
that he was slow to find quarrel, but
since this quarrel was brought home to
him. 'twere meet 'twere soon finished.
He thought, forsooth, that o'clock of the
afternoon were late enough. Cad! But
you might have given Wilson time at least
for one more dinner
What do you mean?' exclaimed Law,
mystified still.
MEAN. Why. I mean that I've been
securing London to find you. My faith.
man. but thOu'rt sudden actor! Where
caught you this unseemly haste?'
Sir Arthur" said the other, slowly,
''you do me too much justice. I have
made no arrangement to meet Mr.. Wilson,
nor have I any wish to do So.
"Pish. man. You must not jest with
me in such a case AS this. Ills no mas
uuerading Let me tell you, Wilson has a
vicious sword. and temper no less vici-
GUS You have touched him on his very
sorest spot. He has gone to meet you
this very hour His coach will be at
Bloomsbury square this afternoon, and
there he will await you. | promise you he
Is eager as yourself. IT'S too late now to
accommodate this matter. even had you
not sent back so prompt and bold an
answer"
II have sent back no answer at all!'
cried Law. II have not seen Castleton at
all"
ooh, Gomez expostulated Sir Arthur,
his face showing a flush of annoyance.
Sir Arthur continued Law. as he
raised his head. II am Of the misfortune
to be but young in London, and I am In
need of your friendship I find myself
pressed for rapid transportation. Pray
YOU, give me your mount. for must have
speed 1 shall not need the service of
your seconding. Indulge me now by ask
ing no more, and wait until meet
again. Give me the horse. and quickly"
But you must be secOnded!' cried the
other "rrhis is too unusual. Consider"
Yet all the time he was giving hand at
the stirrup Of Law, who sprang up and
was off before he had time to formulate
his wonder.
"Who and what is hep muttered the
young nobleman to himself as he gazed
after the retreating FORM HE rides well,
at least. he does everything else we'll.
Till I return. forsooth. till I return!'
Cad, I half wish you had never come in
the first place, my Bloody Scotland!"
AS for Law. he ride swiftly, asking at
times his way, losing time here, gaining
1t again there. creating much hatred
among foot folk by his tempestuous
speed, but giving little heed to aught save
his own purpose. In time he reached
Bradwel street and flung himself from
his painting horse in front of the dingy
door of the lodging house. He rushed up
the stairs at speed and threw open the
door of the little room. 1t was empty
There was no word to show what his
brother had done, whittier he had gone,
when he would return. Around the lodg-
1ngs in Bradwell street lay a great and
unknown London, with it's own secrets,
Its own hatreds. it's own crimes. A
strange feeling Of oncoming i'll seized upon
the. heart Of Law, he stood in the CEN
ter of the dull little room. now suddenly
grown hateful to him. He dashed his
hand upon the table, and stood so, scarce
knowing which way to turn. A foot
sounded in the hallway, and he went to
the door. The ancient landlady con-
fronted him. Where has my brother
gomez" he demanded, fercely, as she came
into view along the ill-lighted PASSAGE
way.
Gone, good sir?" said she, quaveringly,
why, how should know where he has
gone? More quality has been here this
street in all my life. First comes a
coach this morning, with four
horses as fine as the kings.
and a man atop would turn your blood he
was that solemn like, sir Then your broth
er was up here alone, sir, and very still
l swear he was never out of this room
Then. but an hour ago. here comes an.
other coach, as big as the first and vel.
lower And out of it steps another fine
lord, and he bows to your brother, anG
IN they get, and off goes the coach. But
God help me, sir! How should I know
which way they went, what should be
their errand? Methinks it must be some
servant come from the royal palace Sir
be you two Of the nobility? And if Vol
be, why come you here to Bradwell street
Sir, l am but poor woman. If you be
not Of the nobility, then you must be
either cOiners smugglers. Sir, I an
bethought that you are dangerous guests
in my house. I am a poor woman, as
you know"
Law flung a coin at her as he spec
through the hall down the STAIR Twas
to Bloomsbury Square, he said as he
sprang into the saddle and set heel to the
flank Of the good horse. '"To Bloomsbury
Square, then, and fast