carry a double message: one real piece of news and one false, in case of capture.
There was a knock at the door.
âYes?â
âMr. Walsingham, there is a man to see you. He says his name is Crackenthorpe.â
âWith a scar?â
âOver his right eye, sir.â
âAllow him in.â
Crackenthorpe entered, holding his hat. He bowed. Walsingham looked up at him. If Crackenthorpe had not found his niche working for me, he would have been hanged by now. It is understandable that soldiers in battle kill men and rape women; such are the natural consequences of war. But Crackenthorpe sees no difference between war and peace. If he were sent back to the north, his own people would kill him sooner than the Scots.
âI have arrested Henry Machyn.â
Walsinghamâs eyes opened a fraction wider. âArrested? Good. Where is he now?â
âHeâs under guard at the brick house in Bishopsgate.â
âIn the cellars, I presume?â
âIn leg irons.â
Walsingham set down his quill and got up from the table. He went to the far side of the room and ran his fingers over a plate of sweetmeats. He took one and started walking back, biting it with his front teeth. Excellent. Trap the manâs legs. Crackenthorpe is learning. Men take the ability to walk too much for granted.
He saw the large man watching him chew and gestured for him to help himself. âWhere was he? How did you find him?â
Crackenthorpe raised a sweetmeat to his lips. âI watched Machynâs house all night, as you instructed.â He placed the morsel in his mouth and tried to speak and chew at once. âVery lateâ¦a man arrived and startedâ¦knocking hard on the door.â
âWho?â
âHe said he was William Harley, a herald.â
Walsingham smiled. âWell, well. Yes, he is a herald. Clarenceux King of Arms, no less.â He saw Crackenthorpe glance back again at the sweetmeat tray. âGo on, Sergeant Crackenthorpe. Have as many as you want. Tell me more.â
Crackenthorpe took two sweetmeats. He chewed and spoke at the same time. âI escorted Clarenceuxâ¦back to Ludgate. He asked the guard thereâ¦to let us through. He said he had done it before butâ¦I didnât believe him. We crossed the bridge and went to his houseâ¦â He swallowed, looking at Walsingham, and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. âWe waited. He went in by an alleyway along one side. I continued to wait in the rain for a further quarter of an hour. Then I left one man at the front and led the rest down the same alley, hoping to learn more of the layout of his house and yard, in case I needed to order that the house be watched. The back door was closed, but by the lantern light I noticed the stable door was ajar. One of my men found Machyn upstairs, in the hayloft.â
Walsingham picked up the piece of paper he had been writing on when Crackenthorpe had arrived. He took it to the fireplace and let it drift into the flames, like a leaf. He knew his next message to Cecil had to be spoken. He would go and see him in person.
âHer majesty will be pleased. Have you started questioning Machyn yet?â
âNo, sir. But I did leave a guard at his house.â
âAnd what about Clarenceuxâs house? Have you searched it?â
There was a pause. âNo, sir. I thought it best to report back to you for further instructions.â
Walsingham saw the blackened fragments of the paper drift up the chimney. âIt needs to be done,â he said, turning to face Crackenthorpe. âBut first, tell me everything you know about Clarenceux, everything he said last night. I want to know every word.â
14
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