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โ€œWhere?โ€

โ€œAt the Hague.โ€

Cornelius, in mute stupefaction, embraced his old nurse, who was in a swoon; shook hands with his servants, who were bathed in tears, and followed the magistrate, who put him in a coach as a prisoner of state and had him driven at full gallop to the Hague.





Chapter 8. An Invasion

The incident just related was, as the reader has guessed before this, the diabolical work of Mynheer Isaac Boxtel.

It will be remembered that, with the help of his telescope, not even the least detail of the private meeting between Cornelius de Witt and Van Baerle had escaped him. He had, indeed, heard nothing, but he had seen everything, and had rightly concluded that the papers intrusted by the Warden to the Doctor must have been of great importance, as he saw Van Baerle so carefully secreting the parcel in the drawer where he used to keep his most precious bulbs.

The upshot of all this was that when Boxtel, who watched the course of political events much more attentively than his neighbour Cornelius was used to do, heard the news of the brothers De Witt being arrested on a charge of high treason against the States, he thought within his heart that very likely he needed only to say one word, and the godson would be arrested as well as the godfather.

Yet, full of happiness as was Boxtelโ€™s heart at the chance, he at first shrank with horror from the idea of informing against a man whom this information might lead to the scaffold.

But there is this terrible thing in evil thoughts, that evil minds soon grow familiar with them.

Besides this, Mynheer Isaac Boxtel encouraged himself with the following sophism:โ€”

โ€œCornelius de Witt is a bad citizen, as he is charged with high treason, and arrested.

โ€œI, on the contrary, am a good citizen, as I am not charged with anything in the world, as I am as free as the air of heaven.

โ€œIf, therefore, Cornelius de Witt is a bad citizen,โ€”of which there can be no doubt, as he is charged with high treason, and arrested,โ€”his accomplice, Cornelius van Baerle, is no less a bad citizen than himself.

โ€œAnd, as I am a good citizen, and as it is the duty of every good citizen to inform against the bad ones, it is my duty to inform against Cornelius van Baerle.โ€

Specious as this mode of reasoning might sound, it would not perhaps have taken so complete a hold of Boxtel, nor would he perhaps have yielded to the mere desire of vengeance which was gnawing at his heart, had not the demon of envy been joined with that of cupidity.

Boxtel was quite aware of the progress which Van Baerle had made towards producing the grand black tulip.

Dr. Cornelius, notwithstanding all his modesty, had not been able to hide from his most intimate friends that he was all but certain to win, in the year of grace 1673, the prize of a hundred thousand guilders offered by the Horticultural Society of Haarlem.

It was just this certainty of Cornelius van Baerle that caused the fever which raged in the heart of Isaac Boxtel.

If Cornelius should be arrested there would necessarily be a great upset in his house, and during the night after his arrest no one would think of keeping watch over the tulips in his garden.

Now in that night Boxtel would climb over the wall and, as he knew the position of the bulb which was to produce the grand black tulip, he would filch it; and instead of flowering for Cornelius, it would flower for him, Isaac; he also, instead of Van Baerle, would have the prize of a hundred thousand guilders, not to speak of the sublime honour of calling the new flower Tulipa nigra Boxtellensis,โ€”a result which would satisfy not only his vengeance, but also his cupidity and his ambition.

Awake, he thought of nothing but the grand black tulip; asleep, he dreamed of it.

At last, on the 19th of August, about two oโ€™clock in the afternoon, the temptation grew so strong, that Mynheer Isaac was no longer able to resist it.

Accordingly, he wrote an anonymous information, the minute exactness of which made up for its want of authenticity, and posted his letter.

Never did a venomous paper, slipped into the jaws of the bronze lions at Venice, produce a more prompt and terrible effect.

On the same evening the letter reached the principal magistrate, who without a momentโ€™s delay convoked his colleagues early for the next morning. On the following morning, therefore, they assembled, and decided on Van Baerleโ€™s arrest, placing the order for its execution in the hands of Master van Spennen, who, as we have seen, performed his duty like a true Hollander, and who arrested the Doctor at the very hour when the Orange party at the Hague were roasting the bleeding shreds of flesh torn from the corpses of Cornelius and John de Witt.

But, whether from a feeling of shame or from craven weakness, Isaac Boxtel did not venture that day to point his telescope either at the garden, or at the laboratory, or at the dry-room.

He knew too well what was about to happen in the house of the poor doctor to feel any desire to look into it. He did not even get up when his only servantโ€”who envied the lot of the servants of Cornelius just as bitterly as Boxtel did that of their masterโ€”entered his bedroom. He said to the man,โ€”

โ€œI shall not get up to-day, I am ill.โ€

About nine oโ€™clock he heard a great noise in the street which made him tremble, at this moment he was paler than a real invalid, and shook more violently than a man in the height of fever.

His servant entered the room; Boxtel hid himself under the counterpane.

โ€œOh, sir!โ€ cried the servant, not without some inkling that, whilst deploring the mishap which had befallen Van Baerle, he was announcing agreeable news to his master,โ€”โ€œoh, sir! you do not know, then, what is happening at this moment?โ€

โ€œHow can I know it?โ€ answered Boxtel, with an almost unintelligible voice.

โ€œWell, Mynheer Boxtel, at this moment your neighbour Cornelius van Baerle is arrested for high treason.โ€

โ€œNonsense!โ€ Boxtel muttered, with a faltering voice; โ€œthe thing is impossible.โ€

โ€œFaith, sir, at any rate thatโ€™s what people say; and, besides, I have seen Judge van Spennen with the archers entering the house.โ€

โ€œWell, if you have seen it with your own eyes, thatโ€™s a different case altogether.โ€

โ€œAt all events,โ€ said the servant, โ€œI shall go and inquire once more. Be

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