To what purpose?said Varney;I have seen and smelled enough to spoil my appetite.I broke the window,however,and let in the air;it reeked of sulphur,and such like suffocating steams,as if the very devil had been there.And might it not be the act of the demon himself?said Foster,still hesitating;I have heard he is powerful at such times,and with such people.Still,if it were that Satan of thine,answered Varney,who thus jades thy imagination,thou art in perfect safety,unless he is a most unconscionable devil indeed.He hath had two good sops of late.How TWO sops--what mean you?said Foster--what mean you?You will know in time,said Varney;--and then this other banquet--but thou wilt esteem Her too choice a morsel for the fiend's tooth--she must have her psalms,and harps,and seraphs.Anthony Foster heard,and came slowly back to the table.God!
Sir Richard,and must that then be done?
Ay,in very truth,Anthony,or there comes no copyhold in thy way,replied his inflexible associate.
I always foresaw it would land there!said Foster.But how,Sir Richard,how?--for not to win the world would I put hands on her.I cannot blame thee,said Varney;I should be reluctant to do that myself.We miss Alasco and his manna sorely--ay,and the dog Lambourne.Why,where tarries Lambourne?said Anthony.
Ask no questions,said Varney,thou wilt see him one day if thy creed is true.But to our graver matter.I will teach thee a spring,Tony,to catch a pewit.Yonder trap-door--yonder gimcrack of thine,will remain secure in appearance,will it not,though the supports are withdrawn beneath?Ay,marry,will it,said Foster;so long as it is not trodden on.But were the lady to attempt an escape over it,replied Varney,her weight would carry it down?A mouse's weight would do it,said Foster.
Why,then,she dies in attempting her escape,and what could you or I help it,honest Tony?Let us to bed,we will adjust our project to-morrow.On the next day,when evening approached,Varney summoned Foster to the execution of their plan.Tider and Foster's old man-servant were sent on a feigned errand down to the village,and Anthony himself,as if anxious to see that the Countess suffered no want of accommodation,visited her place of confinement.He was so much staggered at the mildness and patience with which she seemed to endure her confinement,that he could not help earnestly recommending to her not to cross the threshold of her room on any account whatever,until Lord Leicester should come,which,he added,I trust in God,will be very soon.Amy patiently promised that she would resign herself to her fate.
And foster returned to his hardened companion with his conscience half-eased of the perilous load that weighed on it.I have warned her,he said;surely in vain is the snare set in the sight of any bird!He left,therefore,the Countess's door unsecured on the outside,and,under the eye of Varney,withdrew the supports which sustained the falling trap,which,therefore,kept its level position merely by a slight adhesion.They withdrew to wait the issue on the ground-floor adjoining;but they waited long in vain.At length Varney,after walking long to and fro,with his face muffled in his cloak,threw it suddenly back and exclaimed,Surely never was a woman fool enough to neglect so fair an opportunity of escape!Perhaps she is resolved,said Foster,to await her husband's return,True!--most true!said Varney,rushing out;I had not thought of that before.In less than two minutes,Foster,who remained behind,heard the tread of a horse in the courtyard,and then a whistle similar to that which was the Earl's usual signal.The instant after the door of the Countess's chamber opened,and in the same moment the trap-door gave way.There was a rushing sound--a heavy fall--a faint groan--and all was over.
At the same instant,Varney called in at the window,in an accent and tone which was an indescribable mixture betwixt horror and raillery,Is the bird caught?--is the deed done?O God,forgive us!replied Anthony Foster.
Why,thou fool,said Varney,thy toil is ended,and thy reward secure.Look down into the vault--what seest thou?I see only a heap of white clothes,like a snowdrift,said Foster.O God,she moves her arm!Hurl something down on her--thy gold chest,Tony--it is an heavy one.Varney,thou art an incarnate fiend!replied Foster.
There needs nothing more--she is gone!
So pass our troubles,said Varney,entering the room;Idreamed not I could have mimicked the Earl's call so well.Oh,if there be judgment in heaven,thou hast deserved it,said Foster,and wilt meet it!Thou hast destroyed her by means of her best affections--it is a seething of the kid in the mother's milk!Thou art a fanatical ass,replied Varney;let us now think how the alarm should be given--the body is to remain where it is.But their wickedness was to be permitted no longer;for even while they were at this consultation,Tressilian and Raleigh broke in upon them,having obtained admittance by means of Tider and Foster's servant,whom they had secured at the village.
Anthony Foster fled on their entrance,and knowing each corner and pass of the intricate old house,escaped all search.But Varney was taken on the spot;and instead of expressing compunction for what he had done,seemed to take a fiendish pleasure in pointing out to them the remains of the murdered Countess,while at the same time he defied them to show that he had any share in her death.The despairing grief of Tressilian,on viewing the mangled and yet warm remains of what had lately been so lovely and so beloved,was such that Raleigh was compelled to have him removed from the place by force,while he himself assumed the direction of what was to be done.