“Take this note, and deliver it quickly,” said the stranger; “but do not move from where you now stand till I have re-entered the palace.”
Saying this, the stranger slipped a sealed packet into Jack’s hand. He immediately concealed it in his doublet, but as he did so a shade of doubt crossed his mind that all was not right. He waited, however, a few minutes till the person who had given him the packet had re-entered the gate, and then took his way back to the Bear. He could not, however, help occasionally looking round to observe whether his steps were followed. He felt that he was engaged in some secret transaction; and from some of the remarks which Long Sam had let drop, as well as the appearance of the concealed Jesuit in his society, he could not help fearing that the plot afoot was against the welfare of the king. He reached the inn, however, in safety, and described exactly to Long Sam all he had seen.
“But you must tell me honestly,” he said, “whether this matter has any thing to do with any proceeding which may injure the king. As I watched him just now, I thought of the many brave actions which he has performed, and his calmness and courage at the present time, and could not help feeling that I would rather fight for him than against him.”
“You are a foolish young man!” answered Long Sam, in a more angry tone than he had ever used towards Jack. “Follow my directions, and all will be right. I do not want to hurt your feelings,” he added, seeing that Jack’s colour came to his cheek. “And now I must leave you.”
“As to that,” answered Jack, “I have no wish to quarrel with you, or any other man; but it strikes me I have been made a ‘cat’s-paw’ of, and I tell you frankly I should like to know our object in coming to London.”
“Then as frankly I will tell you—I cannot give it,” answered Long Sam. “If you don’t know your own interests, it’s your own fault; but remain here a few days longer, and I have no doubt you will learn all you wish to know, and probably much more than I know now.”