Authors: Ally Sherrick
Chapter Thirty
C
ressida pulled free of the blankets and slid over to him. She was dressed in the same blue gown she'd been wearing at Cowdray. Except now it was smeared with mud and stuck with bits of straw.
âI'm sorry. I thought one of those men had come back again.' She crouched next to him and clutched his arm. âI'm so glad to see you! I thought I was on my own. How did you manage to escape?'
He frowned. âEscape? What do you mean?'
âAren't you their prisoner too?'
âNo.' The knot in his stomach grew bigger. âNo, I'm not.' He shot a look at the door. If anyone came in now . . . âHold this!' He jumped to his feet and shoved the candle at her then darted back to the door and twisted his knife in the lock until it clicked shut.
Cressida's eyes widened. âI don't understand. Why are
you locking us in?'
Flopping down beside her, he took back the candle and stuck it in a knothole in one of the floorboards. âIt's a long story. What happened to you? I thought you went off to fetch Sergeant Talbot?'
âI did.' She sniffed. âBut I changed my mind. I came back to see if you were all right. Except you weren't there. So I followed the tunnel as far as the outside. And that's when that . . . that great brute jumped out on me.' She closed her eyes and shuddered.
âYou mean Browne?'
She snapped her eyes open again. âI don't know what he's called. He didn't take the trouble to introduce himself. But he has a nasty way with a stick.' She pushed her hair back and pointed at a black mark on her left temple.
He winced. âDoes it hurt?'
âNot so much now. Though I'm sure I look a proper mess.' Her bottom lip quivered. She tugged a twist of matted curls back over the bruise. âThe worst thing was when the vile monster gave me some sort of sleeping potion.' She pulled a face at the memory. âI wouldn't be surprised if he got the idea from one of Mister Shakespeare's plays.'
Tom's scalp pricked. So the jar of mandrake oil had been to drug her.
âAnd they've been sneaking it in my food too. I haven't eaten the last two lots and I feel much better. There, I've told you my story. Now it's your turn.' She folded her arms and glared at him. âAre you with these men or against them?'
He flushed. âYou've got it all wrong.'
âProve it then!'
He sat back, took a deep breath and told her. About how Skinner had made him betray Father. About the Falcon and his promise of help. And about the meeting with Robin Cat and the plot to kidnap Cecil. From time to time he paused, waiting for her to laugh or call him a fool, but she didn't. She just sat there listening, eyes wide as an owl's. When he got to the bit about seeing his father in gaol, the tears came again and he was forced to look away.
She reached out and squeezed his hand. âHow did you know I was here?'
He blinked and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. âA man called Hunt, a spy who's pretending to be one of Cat's gang; he told me they'd kidnapped you. That I shouldn't trust them, because they had something bad planned. I didn't believe him at first, but now . . .' His stomach twisted again at the memory.
She raised her eyebrows. âYou mean the plan to capture Cecil?'
He shook his head. âWorse.'
âWhat?'
He shrugged. âI don't know. He wouldn't say. But he told me I had to find you and get away from here as soon as possible.'
She frowned. âI am sorry for doubting you, cousin.' Her voice was soft; sad-sounding. âIt's not your fault. The constable was threatening your mother. You had no choice. And this man, this Falcon or whatever you call him, has
tricked you. He pretended to be your friend when all along he just wanted you to dig his tunnel for him. As for your father . . .' Her hand found his again. âHe does not deserve such a fate. He was only doing what any decent person would.' Her blue eyes gleamed back at him in the candlelight. âYou were right. It isn't fair. Why should he and people like him suffer for their faith when others with more money and power like . . . like us, can do as we please?'
He stared at her open-mouthed. Was this really the same proud cousin who had lorded it over him at Cowdray? Perhaps that bump on the head had done her some good.
Cressida flushed. âI know you might think it strange for me to say this after everything that has happened, but I think your father is so brave. He stands up for what he believes in. He and your mother dared to go against the Montagues because they loved each other. Whereas my father . . .' She bit her lip and began fiddling with the frayed edges of a bow on the front of her dress. âHe just does what the King tells him.'
He frowned. âHe has a lot to lose.'
She sighed. âIf you mean money and paintings and golden candlesticks, yes.'
âAnd his family too.'
She gave another sigh. âNo, I don't think so.' She tugged at the bow again then shot him a sidelong look. âThere is more to you than I thought, Tom Garnett.'
His cheeks burned. He glanced at the door. âCome on, we're wasting time.' He snatched up the candle stub and jumped to his feet.
Her eyes widened. âWon't they try to stop us?'
He shook his head. âNot if we're lucky. The Falcon has gone out. That's why I was able to come looking for you.'
He helped her up, released the lock with his knife blade and led her outside. He had his foot on the top rung of the ladder when a door banged somewhere down below.
Cressida clutched his arm. âWhat was that?'
âI don't know.' His heart thumped against his chest. What if the Falcon had returned? âWe can't risk it.' He pushed her back towards the attic room.
âBut you can't leave me here!' Her grip on him grew tighter.
A stab of guilt spiked him. What else could he do? He uncurled her fingers. âI'll be back for you soon, I promise. Wait.' He reached inside his waist-pouch and let Jago crawl into his hand. âHere. Take him. He'll keep you company.'
She wrinkled her nose.
âGo on. He won't bite.'
Reluctantly, she cupped her hands. He dropped the mouse into them. âLook after him.' He stroked the ends of Jago's whiskers.
She gave a nod, then turned and ducked back through the door.
He pulled it shut behind her, twisted the knife in the lock and crept back down the ladder to the landing. He paused outside the sleeping chamber and held his breath. Voices echoed up from downstairs. The Falcon's, Cat's. Another's too. His head spun with the terrible truth. Cressida was right. These men were his enemies, not his
friends. And the Falcon was the worst of all. Pretending to like him, saying he would help him. Taking him to see Father in the Clink when all along he'd just wanted to use him.
Father! He stifled a groan. How was he ever going to save him now? But wait! A wave of hope rushed through him. There was still a chance. If they could escape and find his Uncle Montague . . .
âMaster Garnett.' The Falcon's voice called up from below. He sounded impatient.
Tom shivered.
âWhere are you, boy?'
âComing.' He took a deep breath and walked slowly towards the stairs.
Chapter Thirty-one
T
he Falcon stood grim-faced in a doorway at the foot of the stairs.
A lump formed in Tom's throat. In spite of everything, part of him still couldn't believe this man had only been pretending to be his friend.
âIn here.' The Falcon pulled him inside.
The room was lit by candles mounted in sconces on the wall. It was completely bare of furniture save for a table which stood beneath a shuttered window opposite. Two figures dressed in hats and cloaks stood at the far end.
One of them turned as he entered and extended a gloved hand. âGood evening, Tom. Will you be so kind as to join us?' Robin Cat smiled, but it was a smile which could have turned a puddle to ice.
He swallowed and walked towards him. As he got closer, the other man twisted round and fixed him with a steely
glare. He froze. Harry Browne. What was he doing here?
Robin Cat stepped over to Tom and draped an arm round his right shoulder. âMister Browne says you had a visitor earlier while my friend, Mister Fawâ I mean the Falcon, was with me in Lambeth.'
His heart lurched. So Browne had been spying on them.
âI . . . I . . . er . . .' He glanced at the Falcon but he frowned and looked away.
âTell the truth, boy,' snarled Browne. âOr it will go the worse for you.' He shoved his fist under Tom's chin.
âQuiet, Harry. Can't you see you're frightening him?' Robin Cat pushed Browne away. He gave Tom an apologetic smile and pulled him closer.
Tom's nostrils pricked with the smell of pipe smoke mixed with incense.
âMister Browne says the person who came calling was our new friend Mister Hunt. Is that so, Tom?'
A wave of panic surged through him. The net was closing and he didn't know how to stop it.
âYes, sir.' He blinked.
âAnd what did he want?' Robin Cat's grip tightened.
He licked his lips.
Think! Quick!
He glanced at the feather in Robin Cat's hat. A sudden memory stirred of how, once, on a hunting trip with Father and William, they'd used a wooden bird to fool the others into thinking it was safe to land.
A decoy. That was what he needed now. Then with any luck they'd call off the real plot â whatever it was â and let him and Cressida go. He drew in a breath. âMister Hunt . . .
he threatened me. He said he was one of Robert Cecil's spies. That he knew all about your mission. He wanted me to spy on you and report back to him.'
The Falcon gave a stifled groan.
Robin Cat's eyes narrowed to two green slits. âAnd did he give you the details of what he thought our mission was?'
Tom gritted his teeth. If they guessed what he was up to . . . He clenched his fists and forced himself to meet Cat's gaze. âNo. But he knows you plan to kidnap his master, doesn't he?'
Browne went to say something but Cat held up his hand. âYes, yes, of course. We have told him as much.'
âWhy didn't you tell me about Hunt's visit, Master Garnett?' The Falcon's eyes flashed with orange fire.
Tom looked away. âI wanted to, but I â I was afraid.' At least that bit was true. He glanced back at his frowning face. The Falcon was a dangerous man â Hunt had made that clear. So why did he feel as if he'd let him down again? He hesitated, then took a deep breath and went on. âHe said if I told anyone, he . . . he would kill me. He's the same man I heard meeting in secret with Mandrake, the Montague's tutor, outside the gates at Cowdray. I recognized the voice.'
âCowdray, eh?' The Falcon's scar twitched.
Harry Browne glared at Tom. âYou are softer than a bunch of milkmaids if you believe the boy's lies. I'll wager Master Mole here is working for Hunt and has been all along.'
Tom's mouth dropped open. âNo, Iâ'
The Falcon stepped towards Browne, fists curled. âWhat
are you talking about, man? The boy came to London at my invitation. 'Tis nonsense to point a finger at him. And wasn't it you who brought Hunt into our company?'
Browne's hand shot to his belt. âAre you calling me a spy, sir?'
Robin Cat jumped between them, pushing them apart. âThere will be time to settle any personal scores when our mission is complete.' He spun round and gripped Tom by the chin. âI hope you are not lying to us, Master Garnett? After all, we have been good to you, have we not? I hear the Falcon even took you to see your father in the Clink.'
Tom blinked nervously. âNo, I mean, yes, I mean . . .'
Cat fixed him with a hard stare, then dropped his hand and sighed. âWhat that scoundrel Hunt told the boy rings true with what we suspect, does it not, gentlemen?' He turned and faced the others. âThat we risk being uncovered.'
The Falcon cleared his throat. âI'll wager Hunt is behind the letters I told you about. The ones sent to warn certain grand people sympathetic to our cause of the blow we intend and how to avoid it. After all, which one of us would be so foolish as to do such a thing and risk Cecil discovering our plans. Unless . . .' He shot a look at Browne.
Browne's face flushed with rage. âAnother insult!' He glanced at Cat then pulled a kerchief from his sleeve and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. âI will do as Robin says for now, but when all this is over . . .' He threw the Falcon a hate-filled look.
The Falcon snorted. âIt matters not who sent the letters now. The big mistake was in trusting one of Cecil's spies.'
Robin Cat held up a hand. âEnough! From what you told me, the letters do not give the detail of our plans. And we have been careful to keep them secret from our friend, Mister Hunt, which means he cannot yet know for sure the exact time and place or our method. So' â he glanced from the Falcon to Browne and back again â âwe will carry things through tomorrow night as agreed. And our brave and loyal young comrade shall be with us all the way, eh, boy?' He grabbed Tom by the shoulders and hugged him close.