The Baroque Cycle - The System Of The World Part 41

"Thank you for making such a hypothesis known to me-una.s.sisted, I never could have dreamed such a thing-so fanciful is it," Daniel said, a bit surly, and suspended further debate with more Pie.

LIKE A MELANCHOLICK in the corner of a crowded in the corner of a crowded salon, salon, Bedlam turned its broad back upon the City of London. It faced north across Moor Fields, the largest green s.p.a.ce in the metropolis. Lunaticks with the good fortune to be lodged in north-facing cells enjoyed a pleasant prospect across half a mile of open ground that separated the hospital from the next edifice of any size: Mr. Witanoont's Vinegar Yard on Worship Street at the foot of Holy-well Mount. The broadest part of Moor Fields, directly before Bedlam, had been outlined with a quadrilateral, and striped with a St. George's Cross, of broad lanes bordered with regularly s.p.a.ced trees. The trees were all about forty years old, as they'd been planted by the order of Hooke. Bedlam turned its broad back upon the City of London. It faced north across Moor Fields, the largest green s.p.a.ce in the metropolis. Lunaticks with the good fortune to be lodged in north-facing cells enjoyed a pleasant prospect across half a mile of open ground that separated the hospital from the next edifice of any size: Mr. Witanoont's Vinegar Yard on Worship Street at the foot of Holy-well Mount. The broadest part of Moor Fields, directly before Bedlam, had been outlined with a quadrilateral, and striped with a St. George's Cross, of broad lanes bordered with regularly s.p.a.ced trees. The trees were all about forty years old, as they'd been planted by the order of Hooke.

The lane forming the southern boundary of Moor Fields was hemmed in between a picket-line of such trees on one side, and on the other, an extremely formidable fence. A small iron-mine must have been exhausted to supply those segments of this barrier that consisted of wrist-thick pickets, and a quarry must have been eviscerated to build up the parts consisting of stone blocks. As soon as this awesome maniac-stopping technology appeared out the right-hand window of the hackney-carriage, Daniel tossed down his flatware and began cleaning himself up with his napkin, whilst scanning the little poem that-by long-standing Kit-Cat tradition-had been carved into the bottom crust: Ye Product of Pie Pie & ye Radius, Squared, & ye Radius, Squared,Doth yield the Size of the Pan, An area vast enough to've been Shared, An area vast enough to've been Shared, Not gobbled entire by One Man! Not gobbled entire by One Man!

Hooke had made the d.a.m.ned building something like seven hundred feet long-as wide as the whole Tower of London complex-a luxury afforded only to architects working immediately after the Fire. Though Daniel tried, he could not stop himself peering through the iron bars to see if any inmates were out disporting themselves. All he saw were roaming claques of holiday-makers, and lone prost.i.tutes. No great loss; the really interesting madmen were not given liberty to walk around out of doors.

Eventually the fence veered away from them on the right, and the trees did likewise on the left, as they rattled into a broad oval forecourt spread below Bedlam's central cupola. This was lined with concentric rings of carriages and sedan chairs waiting for their owners and renters to grow bored of the entertainments within. As he and Isaac disembarked, Daniel paid the driver to take the silver back to the Kit-Cat Clubb.

Despite being aged and distinguished Natural Philosophers, they had to wait in the queue just like everyone else. The Gate where every visitor had to pay his penny was commensurate with the Fence. Vaulting over it was a stone cornice: a matched pair of gracefully curving ramps, rising up to almost kiss in the center. Each appeared to serve as a kind of chaise for a sculpted figure to lounge upon: on Daniel's left, like a straw-man that has been blown down from its armature, Melancholy reclined, gazing off dully into the s.p.a.ce above Moor Fields. On his right, Mania perched, touching the cornice only with his elbows, hip-bone, and ankles, as every muscle in his body was chiseled taut. His fists were clenched as he strained against his fetters and his eyes rolled back as he gaped crazily up into the weather. Daniel knew these two stony fellows well, and even took a sort of G.o.dfatherly interest in them. He had visited Hooke in his atelier under Bedlam's cupola when Hooke had been sketching them, and had even dared to make suggestions, which Hooke had of course ignored. After they had been realized by sculptors, and hoisted into position, Daniel had walked beneath them many times, going to visit Hooke or to partake of the Royal Society's crack-pated madness-experiments. Never until today, though, had he felt such a kinship kinship with them. For today Daniel, who on so many days was the personification of Melancholy, was standing in this queue to the left hand of Sir Isaac Newton: Mr. Mania himself. He looked back and forth a few times between sculpted Mania-or, as the Vulgar styled him, Raving Madness-and Isaac, hoping that the latter would note the similarity. For Daniel could not quite muster the nerve to voice his thoughts. Finally Isaac sighed, rolled his eyes, and said, "Yes, it is very droll." with them. For today Daniel, who on so many days was the personification of Melancholy, was standing in this queue to the left hand of Sir Isaac Newton: Mr. Mania himself. He looked back and forth a few times between sculpted Mania-or, as the Vulgar styled him, Raving Madness-and Isaac, hoping that the latter would note the similarity. For Daniel could not quite muster the nerve to voice his thoughts. Finally Isaac sighed, rolled his eyes, and said, "Yes, it is very droll."

In due course they ascended some broad steps to the gate and paid their pennies. This gave them liberty to ascend more steps to the entrance of the building, where they were given opportunities to pay supplementary bribes to the staff members loitering around the door. This was not strictly necessary, but would ensure that they'd be ushered straightaway to see the most entertaining madmen and -women in the whole establishment. Daniel merely scanned their faces and, not marking the one he sought, led Isaac into the building.

"I beg your pardon?" Isaac said, for he had heard Daniel muttering. "Did you say something?"

A deep voice behind them said, "Begging your pardon, Sir Isaac, but you need pay him no mind. Whenever Dr. Waterhouse crosses yonder threshold, it is his habit to say a prayer that he shall be permitted to leave."

Isaac made a point of ignoring this, supposing that the words had come from some inmate who was lurking by the door, hoping to receive a coin in payment for his waggish remarks. Which was a good guess, but wrong. Daniel turned about to face the man who had spoken. Finally Isaac did, too.

This was no lunatick, for his hair was long and lank. Inmates had their heads shaved. And his wrists and ankles were unfettered. Isaac stiffened, and drew back a step even as Daniel was approaching this fellow to shake his hand. For Isaac had recognized Saturn as a fellow with whom he had once had an encounter of an extremely dubious nature in a boozing-ken out back of Bridewell. But after a few moments' consideration-finding himself surrounded by shaven-headed, chain-dragging maniacs and melancholicks-Sir Isaac made up his mind that the company of Saturn was not so very distasteful after all.

At almost the same moment a fourth man, who'd been loitering near Saturn, presented himself for introduction. "Mr. Timothy Stubbs," said Saturn, "who as you can see from his red tresses does not live here. But as you may guess from his indigo suit, he does work work here. Take your hand out of your pocket, Dr. Waterhouse; he has already been bribed." here. Take your hand out of your pocket, Dr. Waterhouse; he has already been bribed."

"We have been attending to John Doe as you prescribed, Doctor," announced Timothy Stubbs after more formal introductions had been dragged out of Saturn. "He has been given every physic, every therapy known to modern medicine-but alas, he shows no sign of repenting from his delusions."

"Fancy that!" Daniel exclaimed. "I suppose you have had to keep him close, then."

"Indeed, Doctor, or he'd have knocked holes in all all the walls by now. He is kept in a cell above." the walls by now. He is kept in a cell above."

"Where the most dangerous maniacs are pent up, on the upper storey," Saturn translated.

"Pray, where is Mr. Doe now?"

"He is in the Machine for Calming Violent Lunaticks, sir," said Stubbs, a bit startled by the question. "Just as you prescribed-four hours a day."

"Have the purges worked?"

"If you mean, do they purge him, sir, why, yes, they do, mightily. But if you mean, have they cured his madness, I am afraid not-so we have doubled them again."

"Excellent!" Daniel exclaimed. "Which way to the Machine?"

"It lies at the end of the men's wing-a bit of a walk, I'm afraid," said Stubbs, leading them carefully around a shaven-headed man who was lying on his stomach on the floor, darting his eyes from side to side and mumbling a stream of what sounded like military jargon, interrupted every few moments by spasmodic flinching as he reacted to imaginary sh.e.l.l-bursts.

"Not at all," Daniel returned cheerfully. "Bedlam is justly famed as the best Dry Walk in London."

"Small comfort on a sunny day I'm afraid," said Stubbs, skirting a group of three young men in Mohawk coiffures, who stood shoulder-to-shoulder critiquing the performance of a maniac who was playing a fiddle and dancing a jig at the same time: "I'll give you a penny if you play another-and tuppence if you stop!"

"Why do we stand and watch this this wretch, when there are wretch, when there are dishevelled madwomen dishevelled madwomen but a few paces away?" but a few paces away?"

"When you see what a dishevelled madwoman actually looks looks like, your question shall be answered." like, your question shall be answered."

They pa.s.sed out of the central hall and entered a gallery that stretched away for some hundred yards. On the right it was lined with windows admitting light from the sky over Moor Fields. On the left was a succession of closely s.p.a.ced doors, each sporting a small barred window at head-height. Except for the very n.o.blest and the most dest.i.tute, the full range of Londoners-men, women, gentry, commoners, adults and children, small gangs of rowdy apprentices, flocks of well-dressed young women, solitary females even better-dressed (these were wh.o.r.es), doughty gaffers and crones taking their const.i.tutionals, dashing squadrons of boys, strutting Mohawks, preening dandies, and perpetually amused c.o.c.kneys-strolled from door to door, peering in at each window to behold whatever spectacle lay within. Costermongers fed and beered the visitors from their push-carts. From place to place a knot of indigo-suited attendants ganged up on some inmate who had gotten out of hand. But for the most part the prisoners mixed freely with the visitors, or as freely as men could when ankle was fettered to ankle, and wrist to wrist, with generous lengths of heavy chain. Some of them-melancholicks-sat huddled on the floor, or shuffled to and fro, ignoring even those visitors who poked them in the ribs with walking-sticks. Others-maniacs-carried on furious disputes with ent.i.ties not visibly present, or raved about whatever phant'sy was most on their minds; the most animated drew small crowds, which laughed at those rantings of a s.e.xual or political nature, and goaded them to further outbursts. A maniac was trying to tell the world that Louis XIV was controlling London from a secret aerie atop the dome of St. Paul's, employing an army of Jesuits who could, through sorcery, metamorphose into gray doves. A young man told him that a whole flock of such doves had been sighted entering the cupola of Bedlam through a broken window. This news drove the maniac into transports of horror and sent him back to his cell as fast as he could waddle. The violent jangling of his chains mixed with the laughter and applause of the onlookers, making the gallery too noisy for conversation.

After it had died down, Stubbs announced "We've had to swop out the straw in John Doe's cell five times a day," in case Daniel still had lingering doubts as to the efficacy of those purges. "The other inmates have learnt to stand clear of him-except for the coprophiliacs, of course, who must be beaten back with sticks." He nodded to a door a short distance ahead. Coincidentally or not, an umber bullet flew out of its window and impacted on the wig of a pa.s.sing fop, sending up a pretty burst of white powder. "He should have paid for a guide," Stubbs remarked, leading Daniel, Isaac, and Saturn on a long arc to keep them out of t.u.r.d-range. "I do wonder whether Mr. Doe might respond well to beatings," Stubbs continued wistfully. "I know you have forbidden it, Doctor, but if you would allow me to have a go at him with the cane-" should have paid for a guide," Stubbs remarked, leading Daniel, Isaac, and Saturn on a long arc to keep them out of t.u.r.d-range. "I do wonder whether Mr. Doe might respond well to beatings," Stubbs continued wistfully. "I know you have forbidden it, Doctor, but if you would allow me to have a go at him with the cane-"

"No," Daniel said. "Your message to me yesterday stated that he had requested an interview-"

"Indeed, guv'nor. Begged for it, more like."

"Let us withhold the cane, then, and see what the interview yields."

By this time they had come near enough to the end of the gallery to hear a persistent low hollow grinding and booming noise. Stubbs threw open a door at the end and led them into a s.p.a.cious room-for they had entered into a sort of bastion anchoring the western end of the hospital, like the fist at the end of an arm-where that noise was a good deal louder. This salon was as cluttered with peculiar exhibits as the Court of Technologickal Arts at Clerkenwell, and as crowded with obstreperous madmen as a meeting of Her Majesty's Privy Council. But the biggest object in the room-and the source of the noise-was an immense wooden drum, mounted above the floor like a wheel. Its axle spanned the interval between a pair of ma.s.sive upright timbers, each of which rose to slightly above Daniel's head. The drum was shaped like a fat coin, perhaps a yard thick. Its rim nearly grazed both floor and ceiling, which would make its diameter rather more than twelve feet. The circular faces of it-the heads and tails of the coin, as it were-had been fabricated in the same way as primitive cart-wheels, viz. of broad deals fastened side-by-side with long iron straps. The rim consisted of more planks pegged crosswise between these two disks.

Projecting from one end of the axle was an enormous crank with a handle as long as an oar. A stout little stairway led up to a platform, large enough for two or three men to stand abreast and bend their backs to the operation of that crank. One crew was doing so now, and another stood by, quaffing beer to replace the moisture they'd sweated into their clothes.

As the great wheel ground away on its axle of greased iron, m.u.f.fled thumps and booms sounded from within: sometimes a steady tattoo, as of running feet, always culminating in a series of thuds like a man falling down stairs.

"The therapy is compleat!" Stubbs announced. The laborers gladly let go and stood up straight to stretch their tired backs, whilst keeping wary vigil on the crank-handle, which continued to rotate-its vis inertiae vis inertiae might break the jaw of an unwary man. After the drum had slowed to a low idling speed they seized the crank again and nudged it around a quarter-turn or so. It was now possible to see that the near face of the drum was fitted with a long narrow hatch nearly spanning the interval between hub and rim. The crank-men made sure that this was down and vertical, like an hour-hand at the stroke of six. Then they tromped down the stairs in quest of refreshment. might break the jaw of an unwary man. After the drum had slowed to a low idling speed they seized the crank again and nudged it around a quarter-turn or so. It was now possible to see that the near face of the drum was fitted with a long narrow hatch nearly spanning the interval between hub and rim. The crank-men made sure that this was down and vertical, like an hour-hand at the stroke of six. Then they tromped down the stairs in quest of refreshment.

Stubbs leaned into the s.p.a.ce between axle-support and drum-side and unlatched the door. It flew open all the way and banged against the outside of the Machine, revealing that its inner surface was entirely covered by a quilted canvas bag, so filthy that it gleamed with a hard shine, stuffed with straw or horse-hair. The open hatchway was mostly empty; but down low, something reminiscent of a human figure could be seen draining lumpily onto the floor, like a half-melted wax statue being poured out of a saucepan.

"You see?" Stubbs announced. "The Machine works!"

The man who had emerged from the Machine seemed to want in the worst way to get clear of it. But he knew better than to stand, or even sit. He straightened himself out on the floor, supporting himself on his forearms and his forehead, and began to creep along like an inchworm, pausing every few inches for an episode of dry heaves. In a minute or so he reached a waiting chamber-pot, dashed its lid off with a blind arm-swing, hugged it, and used it to pull himself up off the floor. With some further exertions, and the aid of a man in indigo, he got himself seated upon this vessel and immediately began to generate sounds of a hydraulic and pneumatic character.

"Has he a.s.saulted any more walls?" Daniel asked.

"Only the one, Doctor. It is a part of his mania that he phant'sies he knows just where the treasure is hidden."

"What treasure do you refer to?" Isaac asked.

"Why, the same one all the lunaticks are searching for, sir," said Stubbs, "the Gold of King Solomon."

JOHN D DOE WAS in no condition for an interview just yet. While the attendants busied themselves putting Doe's chains back on his wrists and ankles, and returning him to his cell, Daniel, Isaac, and Peter Hoxton ascended to the storey above and walked back to the center of Bedlam along a gantlet of cells similar to those below. Fewer visitors came up here. The ones who did tended to be gangs of b.l.o.o.d.y-minded 'prentices, or the most distasteful sort of fops, or solitary men who looked as if they might themselves benefit from a few hours in the Machine. The prisoners here remained locked in their cells, and for the best reasons. Daniel prudently walked as close to the windows, and as far from the doors, as was practical, and tried not to hear the mutterings of the faces framed in some of those little door-hatches. He led the others on, and they gladly followed, at a brisk pace. Presently they exeunted from the men's wing and entered the central part of the edifice, above the main entrance, and below the cupola. Here they ascended another stair into a vaulted s.p.a.ce: technically an attic, but a carefully finished one, airy and well-lit. in no condition for an interview just yet. While the attendants busied themselves putting Doe's chains back on his wrists and ankles, and returning him to his cell, Daniel, Isaac, and Peter Hoxton ascended to the storey above and walked back to the center of Bedlam along a gantlet of cells similar to those below. Fewer visitors came up here. The ones who did tended to be gangs of b.l.o.o.d.y-minded 'prentices, or the most distasteful sort of fops, or solitary men who looked as if they might themselves benefit from a few hours in the Machine. The prisoners here remained locked in their cells, and for the best reasons. Daniel prudently walked as close to the windows, and as far from the doors, as was practical, and tried not to hear the mutterings of the faces framed in some of those little door-hatches. He led the others on, and they gladly followed, at a brisk pace. Presently they exeunted from the men's wing and entered the central part of the edifice, above the main entrance, and below the cupola. Here they ascended another stair into a vaulted s.p.a.ce: technically an attic, but a carefully finished one, airy and well-lit.

Seen from Mr. Witanoont's Vinegar-Yard, Bedlam's center looked as if a squarish funnel had been turned upside-down and clapped on top of it. The broad part of the funnel was a high mansard roof enclosing the ample s.p.a.ce in which Daniel, Isaac, and Saturn were now standing. The narrow nozzle was the cupola, which pierced the ceiling, admitting sky-light and (as its windows were ajar) exhausting the fouled air of the asylum. "This was Hooke's favorite part of the building, his aerie and his atelier, atelier," Daniel said, "though it then looked much different." He approached a railing and gazed down into the central well that vented cupola-light into the entrance hall. "This had planks thrown across it, making it into one great floor, uninterrupted."

"I only paid one visit, and that was for your going-away party," said Isaac.

This was of interest to Saturn, who had been distracted, leaning over the rail and beckoning to some blokes loitering on the ground floor, two storeys below them. Now those fellows were ascending the stair in a gang. A man in indigo was moving to intercept them on the landing. Saturn, whilst keeping an eye on their progress, attended to Daniel. "Was that before you went off to Ma.s.sachusetts?" he inquired.

"Long before. I departed for Ma.s.sachusetts, at long last, in 1695. The party to which Sir Isaac refers was in 1689." before. I departed for Ma.s.sachusetts, at long last, in 1695. The party to which Sir Isaac refers was in 1689."

"That makes no sense," Saturn pointed out. Then he leaned over the railing, turning his attention to what was happening on the landing below: the man in indigo had barred the path of the blokes-four in all-who had answered Saturn's call. They were big, rough-looking lads who could have mowed this man down in an instant, but they had piled to a stop anyway, and were looking up to Saturn for their cue.

" 'S al'right, sir," Saturn called, "they're with us."

"And who the h.e.l.l are you?"

Daniel silenced Saturn with a hand on his shoulder, and gave the answer: "Sir Isaac Newton, the Master of Her Majesty's Mint, investigates an act of High Treason. You are impeding his deputies. Pray stand aside."

Isaac was as startled to hear this, as was the indigo-suited maniac-wrangler, and stepped up to the railing. He did this not for effect, but simply to see what in heaven's name was going on. But the apparition of the ancient white-haired sorcerer-knight struck the attendant, and moved him aside, like a blast of wind blowing a door open. "I do beg your pardon, guv'nor," he said, in a much more moderate tone, after Saturn's ruffians had filed past him. "Is there any way I can be of service?"

"Prevent sight-seers from coming up here, thank you," Daniel returned, then wheeled round and began to scan the walls. This upper storey was not as prized by the Governors of Bedlam as it had been by Hooke; rather than situating their best offices here, they had sprinkled tables and trunks about the place, making it into a dovecote for clerks, and a dump for little-used doc.u.ments.

"When we were here for my party it looked much as it does now," Daniel said to Isaac, "which is to say that these inward-sloping walls-which are, of course, the inner surface of the roof's structure-had been plastered over."

"Yes."

"But I often visited Hooke here much earlier-back in the seventies. This part of Bedlam went up first-as you'll recall, the wings took years to complete."

"Yes."

"I am trying to recollect what it looked like, before lath and plaster were put up. I phant'sy that behind these surfaces are large cavities-particularly-if memory serves-here, between where the chimney is hidden as it pierces the roof, and the corner. There are four chimneys-hence, four such cavities." Daniel had been dragging a hand along the plaster as he spoke, occasionally thumping with his knuckles. He'd stopped at a place, near the corner, where it answered with an especially resonant boom. Without allowing his hand to move, he turned round now to scan the other three corners. His gaze lit on one that was stained with fresh plaster. Then-fortuitously-he noticed that Timothy Stubbs had finally caught up with them. between where the chimney is hidden as it pierces the roof, and the corner. There are four chimneys-hence, four such cavities." Daniel had been dragging a hand along the plaster as he spoke, occasionally thumping with his knuckles. He'd stopped at a place, near the corner, where it answered with an especially resonant boom. Without allowing his hand to move, he turned round now to scan the other three corners. His gaze lit on one that was stained with fresh plaster. Then-fortuitously-he noticed that Timothy Stubbs had finally caught up with them.

Pleasantly baffled might have described Stubbs's state of mind when he'd reached the head of the stairs; might have described Stubbs's state of mind when he'd reached the head of the stairs; horrified horrified was nearer the mark now. Daniel favored him with a thin smile. "Does my discourse have a familiar ring to you, Mr. Stubbs?" was nearer the mark now. Daniel favored him with a thin smile. "Does my discourse have a familiar ring to you, Mr. Stubbs?"

"Indeed, Doctor, it is very like what John Doe was saying to his confederates, after I followed them hither that night."

"You showed commendable nerve, Mr. Stubbs, in sneaking up on a gang of madmen."

The praise caused Stubbs to relax a bit. "Wish I'd been so cool as to've tackled all all of 'em, guv." of 'em, guv."

"You did just the proper thing by capturing their leader. Is that the place, over yonder, where they attacked the wall?" Daniel asked, pointing to the fresh plaster.

"Indeed, sir."

"Mad as hatters-or so 'twould seem," Daniel mused. "On the other hand, suppose there really is treasure, or something, hidden in one of these corners. Then John Doe is no madman, but a burglar or worse; and all of the treatments I have prescribed for him are to no purpose. They might even be detrimental! He should in that event be at Newgate awaiting justice, not at Bedlam seeking a cure. The only way to be certain is to look. I take it that Doe found nothing, when he broke through the wall?"

"Wasps' nests and bat droppings only," Stubbs returned, speaking slowly, as he was a bit lost.

"That is not surprising. Mr. Hooke would have placed his cache in the corner most sheltered from the prevailing winds-there," Daniel said, and pointed along the wall to the next corner. Saturn looked at him, and Daniel nodded. Saturn turned his back to the others and sauntered to the corner indicated. He gave his right arm a little twitch as he went, and a loggerhead of black iron dropped out of his sleeve, fat end first. His fingers closed round the narrow end just in time to keep it from dropping to the floor. Then with a sudden movement he brought it diagonally up and across his body, and with a ponderous swing of his whole trunk delivered a ma.s.sive back-hand blow to the wall. The loggerhead burst through the plaster and the underlying lath like a musket-ball piercing a melon. Saturn drew it out, transferred the loggerhead to the other hand, and shoved half of his arm through the hole.

Mr. Timothy Stubbs was not in the least pleased by any of this, and looked as though the only thing preventing him from adding Saturn to Bedlam's roster was the implicit threat of the four lads Saturn had summoned up. But Peter Hoxton quickly settled the issue by declaring: "The verdict is in. John Doe is no lunatick, but a common burglar." And he drew his arm out of the hole, and held up, as proof, a rolled sheaf of dusty papers. "Or perhaps an uncommon uncommon one." one."

" 'TWOULD APPEAR YOU HAD WARNED Mr. Stubbs to be on alert for madmen who would wish to knock holes in the walls," Isaac said, "but how could you have antic.i.p.ated this?" Mr. Stubbs to be on alert for madmen who would wish to knock holes in the walls," Isaac said, "but how could you have antic.i.p.ated this?"

He and Daniel had retreated to the opposite corner of the upper storey to get away from the dust and noise created by the a.s.sault on the wall. Saturn's lads, who had come with diverse crowbars, steve-dore's hooks, &c., secreted on their persons, had demolished a few square yards of plaster and lath, exposing a prism of dark s.p.a.ce in which two or three bodies might have been concealed, if Hooke had been that sort of chap. Instead, he had packed in two wooden trunks, and a few leather wallets, then caulked the interstices with wadded or rolled papers. The dust was now settling to the point where Daniel and Isaac were tempted to approach. But first Isaac wanted an explanation.

"The story is not wholly known to me," Daniel said. "Several of Hooke's buildings, including the Royal College of Physicians and my lord Ravenscar's house, have recently been invaded."

"Catherine told me about the attack on her her domicile," Isaac said. "A queer lot of burglars they were-knocking holes in my lord Ravenscar's walls to discover naught, while ignoring treasures that were sitting out in plain view." domicile," Isaac said. "A queer lot of burglars they were-knocking holes in my lord Ravenscar's walls to discover naught, while ignoring treasures that were sitting out in plain view."

"Simple extrapolation told me that Bedlam might be next. I paid Mr. Stubbs to show especial vigilance. John Doe was captured a week ago. He has done his utmost, I am told, to keep up the facade of a raving lunatick. Now that he knows what treatment lunaticks may expect in Bedlam, he may confess to simple burglary." Daniel caught Stubbs's eye-which was not easily done, as Stubbs was paralyzed with astonishment to see what was being dragged out of the walls. "Pray go to John Doe's cell. Tell him nothing about what has really really occurred. Rather, tell him that Dr. Waterhouse has knocked holes in all four corners, and found occurred. Rather, tell him that Dr. Waterhouse has knocked holes in all four corners, and found nothing nothing-proof that Doe is a madman indeed, who may, therefore, look forward to a stay here of indefinite duration."

Peter Hoxton had been carrying out a rough sort of the booty from the wall. Which was to say, he had raked out all that was of Saturnine interest and put the discards in another, larger pile. He had already culled out enough to keep him rapt for weeks: for the trunks were packed with small wooden chests, and the chests with fine instruments wrought of bra.s.s, and even of gold. Many of these were obviously clock-work. Saturn, wary of the dust, peered quickly at these, then closed them up and stacked them out of harm's way, covering them with a large drawing which he pressed into service as a tarpaulin. But the drawing itself-a phantastickal rendering of the skeleton of a bird-had now cozened him into rigid fascination. Isaac too was drawn to it. "I thought it were a rendering of a bird, at first," Saturn said, "until I spied this cull-" and he pointed to a snarl of lines that Hooke had, over the course of a few seconds' lazy yet furious drawing, scrawled and slashed onto the page. These by some miracle added up to a perfectly intelligible rendering of a man in breeches, waistcoat, and periwig, standing with arms raised above his head to support one joint of the wing. If this was supposed to be a bird, it would have a wingspan several times that of the largest albatross. But where a bird would have muscles to pull, this skeleton had pistons and cylinders to push, the great bones of the wings. It was inside-out and backwards, exoskeletal.

Daniel's gaze fell on a great leather wallet, gnawed at the corners by rodents, but still intact. He unwound the ribbon that held it closed, and spread it out on the lid of a trunk. It was a stack of foolscap sheets rising to the thickness of three fingers, creased and compressed from long immurement, but still perfectly legible. It contained notes, written in Hooke's hand, and ill.u.s.trated with more admirable diagrams, on divers subjects: Dr. Dee's Book of Spirits expos'dAnimadversions upon Dr. Vossius's Hypothesis of GravitationAcerbity in FruitsPlagiarism in the Parisian Parisian Academy AcademyCryptography of TrithemiusSheathing ships with lead, as practic'd by the Chinese ChineseTelescopick Sights for Instruments VindicatedInconceivable Distance of the Fixt StarsParisian philosophers evade Proof from Observations, when they are unwilling to allow Consequences272 Vibrations of a String in a Second, make the sound of G Sol re utPython explain'dOf the Rowing of Ancient GalliesStructure of Muscles explain'dIron and Sp. Salis take fire with explosionUnguent for Burns, a Receipt ReceiptIdeas are corporeal, with their Explication, and the possible number that may be formed in a Man's Life are corporeal, with their Explication, and the possible number that may be formed in a Man's LifeMonkeys wherein different from MenHow Light is produced in putrifying BodiesMicrometer of a new contrivanceA Cause hinted of the Libration of the MoonFlints: of their formation and former fluidityFrench Academy have published some Matters first discovered here Academy have published some Matters first discovered hereWhy freezing expands waterEffects of Earthquakes on the Const.i.tution of AirHills generated by EarthquakesHob's Hypothesis of Gravity defectiveFlying Fish, and of Flying in generalCenter of the Earth not the Center of GravityDecay in human bodies observedAnthelme's Opinion of Light refutedThe Genuine Receipt for making OrvietanoWhy heat is not sensible in the Moon's RaysGravity and Light the two great Laws of Nature, are but different Effects of the same CauseHodometrickal Method for finding the LongitudeEffects on one Experimenter of the Plant, call'd Bangue by the Portugals, & Gange by the MoorsMechanical Way of drawing Conical FiguresBurning-gla.s.ses of the Ancients Implicit was that Hooke had concealed these in the walls of Bedlam because he would not entrust the Royal Society-specifically, Newton-with his legacy. And so Daniel began to read these t.i.tles aloud as a sort of rebuke to Isaac. But having started in on such a Litany, he found it difficult to stop. This was a sort of concentrated essence of that quicksilver spirit that had animated Daniel's, and the Royal Society's, halcyon days. To handle these pages was to drink deep from the Fountain of Youth.

What eventually stopped him was a page written, not in English like most of the others, and not in Latin like some of them, but in a wholly different alphabet. The characters on this page bore no relationship to any from the Roman, Greek, or Hebrew script; they were not Cyrillic, not Arabic, and yet bore no connection to any of the writing-systems of Asia. It was an admirably simple, clean, and lucid way of writing-if only one could understand it. And Daniel almost could. The sight of it stopped him cold for a minute. He was just beginning to decipher the glyphs of the t.i.tle when Saturn put in: "I have already come across several of those, Doc-what tongue is that?"

Isaac, gazing at the leaf in Daniel's hand from three yards away, answered the question: "It is the Real Character," he said, "a language invented by the late John Wilkins, on philosophical philosophical principles, in hopes that it would drive out Latin. Hooke and Wren adopted it for a time. Can you still read it, Daniel?" principles, in hopes that it would drive out Latin. Hooke and Wren adopted it for a time. Can you still read it, Daniel?"

"Can you, Isaac?" Daniel asked; for it might be important for him to know this.

"Not without revising Wilkins's book."

"It is a receipt," Daniel said, elevating the page slightly, "for a restorative medicine, made from gold."

"Then pray do not waste time translating it," Isaac said, "for we all know of the late Mr. Hooke's susceptibility to quackery."

"This is not Hooke's Hooke's receipt," Daniel said. "He wrote it out, but did not invent it. He gives credit to the same fellow who shewed the Royal Society how to make Phosphorus." To Saturn and diverse other eavesdroppers this signified nothing, but to Isaac it was as good as saying receipt," Daniel said. "He wrote it out, but did not invent it. He gives credit to the same fellow who shewed the Royal Society how to make Phosphorus." To Saturn and diverse other eavesdroppers this signified nothing, but to Isaac it was as good as saying Enoch the Red Enoch the Red. As such it drew Isaac's full and disconcertingly sharp attention. "Pray go on, Daniel."

"It begins with a sort of narration. An account of something Hooke witnessed somewhere..." A long pause now for difficult translation, then sudden knowledge: "No, here! Just here, where we are standing. The date given is...if my arithmetick is to be credited...anno domini 1689." 1689."

"The same year, and place, as your strangely premature strangely premature going-away party," Saturn reflected. going-away party," Saturn reflected.

This tripped Daniel up for a moment, being an acute observation on Saturn's part, and one that Daniel had entirely missed. But Isaac urged him to go on, and so he did, haltingly: "It began with a medical-no, a surgical surgical procedure on a subject-human-male-aged two score and three." procedure on a subject-human-male-aged two score and three."

"Ah, a contemporary of you two gentlemen!" Saturn put in. "Perhaps you knew him."

"He was quite ill because of a stone. A stone in his bladder. Hooke performed a lithotomy."

"What, here here!?" Saturn exclaimed, looking about.

"I have seen them done in the street, street," Daniel said.

"It would not be the strangest thing Hooke did here," Isaac a.s.sured Saturn.

"That becomes the clearer, the more we go through his leavings," Saturn mused.

"Pray continue, Daniel!"

"The procedure went normally. However, the patient...the patient died," Daniel translated. He had begun to feel unaccountably woozy, and took a moment now to sit down atop a dusty trunk, lest he lose consciousness and topple over the bal.u.s.trade into Bedlam's Well of Souls. "I beg your pardon...the patient died, as often happens, of shock. No pulse was evident. Whereupon the learned fellow I spoke of earlier emerged from a place of concealment, from which he had been observing the procedure."

"How convenient!" Saturn scoffed. "What, are we to believe this Alchemist lurks in Bedlam's shadows just waiting for someone to give up the ghost during an impromptu tabletop lithotomy?"