One of them was a faint odour of musk and camphor.The other was an ancient Oriental manuscript, richly illuminated with Indian figures and devices, that lay open to inspection on a table.
He was looking at the book, the position of which caused him to stand with his back turned towards the closed folding doors communicating with the front room, when, without the slightest previous noise to warn him, he felt himself suddenly seized round the neck from behind.He had just time to notice that the arm round his neck was naked and of a tawny-brown colour, before his eyes were bandaged, his mouth was gagged, and he was thrown helpless on the floor by (as he judged) two men.A third rifled his pockets, and--if, as a lady, I may venture to use such an expression--searched him, without ceremony, through and through to his skin.
Here I should greatly enjoy saying a few cheering words on the devout confidence which could alone have sustained Mr.Godfrey in an emergency so terrible as this.Perhaps, however, the position and appearance of my admirable friend at the culminating period of the outrage (as above described)are hardly within the proper limits of female discussion.Let me pass over the next few moments, and return to Mr.Godfrey at the time when the odious search of his person had been completed.The outrage had been perpetrated throughout in dead silence.At the end of it some words were exchanged, among the invisible wretches, in a language which he did not understand, but in tones which were plainly expressive (to his cultivated ear) of disappointment and rage.He was suddenly lifted from the ground, placed in a chair, and bound there hand and foot.The next moment he felt the air flowing in from the open door, listened, and concluded that he was alone again in the room.
An interval elapsed, and he heard a sound below like the rustling sound of a woman's dress.It advanced up the stairs, and stopped.A female scream rent the atmosphere of guilt.A man's voice below exclaimed `Hullo!' Aman's feet ascended the stairs.Mr.Godfrey felt Christian fingers unfastening his bandage, and extracting his gag.He looked in amazement at two respectable strangers, and faintly articulated, `What does it mean?' The two respectable strangers looked back, and said, `Exactly the question we were going to ask you.'
The inevitable explanation followed.No! Let me be scrupulously particular.
Sal volatile and water followed, to compose dear Mr.Godfrey's nerves.
The explanation came next.
It appeared, from the statement of the landlord and landlady of the house (persons of good repute in the neighbourhood), that their first and second floor apartments had been engaged, on the previous day, for a week certain, by a most respectable-looking gentleman--the same who has been already described as answering the door to Mr.Godfrey's knock.The gentleman had paid the week's rent and all the week's extras in advance, stating that the apartments were wanted for three Oriental nobleman, friends of his, who were visiting England for the first time.Early on the morning of the outrage, two of the Oriental strangers, accompanied by their respectable English friend, took possession of the apartments.The third was expected to join them shortly; and the luggage (reported as very bulky) was announced to follow when it had passed through the Custom-house, late in the afternoon.
Not more than ten minutes previous to Mr.Godfrey's visit, the third foreigner had arrived.Nothing out of the common had happened, to the knowledge of the landlord and landlady downstairs, until within the last five minutes--when they had seen the three foreigners, accompanied by their respectable English friend, all leave the house together, walking quietly in the direction of the Strand.Remembering that a visitor had called, and not having seen the visitor also leave the house, the landlady had thought it rather strange that the gentleman should be left by himself upstairs.After a short discussion with her husband, she had considered it advisable to ascertain whether anything was wrong.The result had followed, as I have already attempted to describe it; and there the explanation of the landlord and the landlady came to an end.
An investigation was next made in the room.Dear Mr.Godfrey's property was found scattered in all directions.When the articles were collected, however, nothing was missing; his watch, chain, purse, keys, pocket-handkerchief, notebook, and all his loose papers had been closely examined, and had then been left unharmed to be resumed by the owner.In the same way, not the smallest morsel of property belonging to the proprietors of the house had been abstracted.The Oriental noblemen had removed their own illuminated manuscript, and had removed nothing else.
What did it mean? Taking the worldly point of view, it appeared to mean that Mr.Godfrey had been the victim of some incomprehensible error, committed by certain unknown men.A dark conspiracy was on foot in the midst of us;and our beloved and innocent friend had been entangled in its meshes.When the Christian hero of a hundred charitable victories plunges into a pit-fall that has been dug for him by mistake, oh, what a warning it is to the rest of us to be unceasingly on our guard! How soon may our own evil passions prove to be Oriental noblemen who pounce on us unawares!
I could write pages of affectionate warning on this one theme, but (alas!)I am not permitted to improve--I am condemned to narrate.My wealthy relative's cheque--henceforth, the incubus of my existence--warns me that I have not done with this record of violence yet.We must leave Mr.Godfrey to recover in Northumberland Street, and must follow the proceedings of Mr.Luker at a later period of the day.
