Candle In The Darkness Part 28

Tessie awoke, too, and quickly fetched the matches to light a lamp. Eli stopped her. "Guards gonna be all over this city when they find out there's a prison break. Better not see our lights on."

I put on my dressing gown and carefully followed Eli downstairs, the familiar furnis.h.i.+ngs looming in the eerie darkness. It was raining lightly outside, and I s.h.i.+vered in the cold. With no light from either moon or stars, I could barely find my way down the path to the carriage house. Robert had chosen a good night to conceal his escape.

"Why did he come here?" I whispered to Eli. "And how did he find our house?"

"Said he knew your address from writing all them letters. He thinking he just gonna hide out in the stable for while and not let us know he here. But the little mare woke me up-she don't like strangers, you know-so I go on out and see what's bothering her. There's Robert, hiding in the hay. He's bleeding, Missy Caroline. Guard shoot him in the leg."

Robert huddled in the dark in the farthest stall, looking very pale. His face, hands, and uniform were covered with dirt from the tunnel and smudged with blood. Eli had hung an old blanket over the window to mask the candlelight, and Esther and Ruby knelt beside him, doctoring his leg. The bullet had sc.r.a.ped across the side of his calf, taking a good-sized chunk of flesh with it. The wound was deep, but it was already starting to clot. At least there was no bullet to remove.

Robert groaned when he saw me. "I don't want to involve you, Caroline. Please, tell your servants to let me leave now."

Ruby grunted. "Humph! How far you think you gonna get, dragging this leg like a crippled gra.s.shopper? They catch you in no time, limping along."

"I just needed to rest. I couldn't run anymore. It hurt too much, and I had to stop and wrap up my leg. Please, I can't stay here."

"Do the guards know there's been an escape?" I asked.

"They do now. A lot of us made it out, though. I volunteered to wait in the Towing Office and watch out the front window. I was timing the sentries, telling the others when it was safe to go."

"What went wrong?"

"One of the men panicked and ran out before it was safe. Three others misunderstood and ran with him. A sentry spotted them and shouted for the rest of the guards. After that, all the prisoners stampeded out. We're all in Federal uniforms, so there was no point in waiting or trying to bluff our way free. I had to run, too. One of the sentries started shooting at us with his revolver. I was lucky he only nicked me. I know he hit a couple of my friends because I saw two of them fall. Couple more jumped into the ca.n.a.l."

Ruby finished wrapping his leg and tied the bandage. "Don't you be moving your leg all around or it's gonna start bleeding again," she warned.

"I have no choice. Thanks for your help, but I have to go."

"They'll have roadblocks up," I said. "You'd better stay right here."

"No! I won't endanger you!"

But in the silent night we could already hear the faint sound of the alarm bell ringing downtown in Capitol Square. "Too late to worry about that," Esther said. "They ringing the alarm."

"You can't outrun the home guard," I told him. "They'll be on horseback. And they'll have torches."

"What are we going to do?" Tessie asked.

We all looked to Eli.

"Everybody go back to bed," he said. "If they come here looking for him, y'all be just waking up. I'll hide Ma.s.sa Robert. That way, they ask you where he hiding, you won't have to lie because you won't know. And you won't be giving the secret away by acting nervous."

He took Robert's arm to help him up, but Esther gripped Eli's other arm to stop him. "I don't want you getting in no trouble, Eli."

"Lord can take care of me if He choose to. Now, you hurry up and go on back to bed."

I crept back into the house with Tessie and climbed into bed. I couldn't stop s.h.i.+vering though, nor could I go back to sleep. Downtown, the alarm bell rang and rang, probably waking all of Richmond by now. Loud shouts and the thunder of hooves drifted uphill on the wind. I thought I heard Ruby or Luella tiptoeing up the stairs and padding down the hallway, but I stayed in bed. The clock downstairs struck three.

I hadn't been this scared since the war started. I prayed and prayed until I ran out of words to say. Then, not long after threethirty, I heard horses trotting up Grace Street, and the murmur of men's voices outside. They stopped beside my house.

"You head around back. Search the stable and all the outbuildings. We'll go around to the front." It was Major Turner from Libby Prison. I recognized his boyish voice.

Moments later, he pounded on the front door downstairs. I nearly leaped out of bed, my heart hammering along with his fist. Then I remembered that I was supposed to be asleep. It was Gilbert's job to answer the door. I waited. The pounding continued.

Finally I heard Gilbert's footsteps in the foyer. "Who's there?" he called.

"Major Thomas Turner from Libby Prison. Open up."

Tessie got up and wrapped a shawl around herself. "Keep praying, honey," she whispered as she hurried out into the stair hall. The front door squeaked slightly as Gilbert opened it.

"I need to speak to Miss Fletcher immediately," Turner said.

"She sleeping," Tessie replied. Her voice grew more distant as she hurried downstairs. "That's what everybody here trying to do. Don't you know it's the middle of the night?"

"Wake her up," Major Turner commanded. "Government orders."

"Okay . . . guess I got to do what the government says," Tessie grumbled. "But Missy need to get dressed. Gonna take few minutes."

"There's no time for that. Get her down here now."

Tessie returned to my bedroom and lit a candle. "Take you time, honey. You supposed to be asleep, remember?" She helped me into my heavy winter dressing gown. Even so I felt naked, especially in front of Turner.

"What's wrong?" I asked him as I descended the stairs. "Did something happen to Robert?"

"There's been a prison break. Your lieutenant friend is among the missing."

"Was it really necessary to scare me and my servants out of our wits just to tell us that? Couldn't it have waited until morning?"

"We need to search your house." Major Turner pushed the door to Daddy's library open and motioned for one of the two men with him to start searching it.

"Wait a minute. What do you think you're doing? May I please see your search warrant?"

"We don't need one. Our country's at war. We're under martial law."

It was useless to argue. When Eli walked into the foyer and stood behind me as if guarding me, I knew I no longer had to stall. "Gilbert, fetch us some lamps, please," I said. "Major, I will ask you and your men to kindly wipe your shoes."

They did so, grudgingly. Gilbert returned with the lamps and was sent with one of the men to search the bas.e.m.e.nt. Turner and the other man searched the ground floor as Eli, Tessie, and I watched. The men were very thorough, peering into every corner, crevice, and niche. I saw Eli's wisdom in not telling us where he had hidden Robert. Like in a game of Hot and Cold, we might easily have given away his hiding place by acting nervous whenever they neared the spot.

Through the drawing room windows, I could see lights in the carriage house and in the kitchen as more soldiers searched outside. Torches bobbed in the garden like clumsy fireflies. Surely if they had found Robert outside, they would have sounded the alarm by now.

"Was my cousin the only one who escaped?" I asked as Turner peered beneath the parlor sofa.

He gave me a long, appraising look, as if trying to read my guilt or innocence. "No," he finally said. "There are more than a hundred men missing."

"How did they manage to escape?"

Turner shook one of the drapes as if Robert might flutter out of it like a moth. "I think you already know the answer to that, Miss Fletcher."

"How dare you accuse me?"

"I dare because the escape tunnel they dug was precisely placed. They obviously had outside help."

"I have never liked you, Major," I said coldly. "Tonight you have insulted me and offended me. I'm allowing this search because I have no choice. But you can be sure I'll be speaking to your superior officer tomorrow morning about the way I was treated. Instead of wasting your time here, perhaps you should find out which one of your guards is accepting bribes."

Turner closed the piano lid and stared at me darkly. "I know you helped him, Miss Fletcher."

"Is that so? Well, if you think I'm smart enough to plan a prison escape, then why would I be stupid enough to hide my cousin here?"

He didn't reply. "Upstairs," he said, motioning to his aide. The search seemed to take forever. When the guard finished down in the bas.e.m.e.nt, he and Gilbert were sent up to the attic. One of the guards from outside came in to report that they hadn't found anything in the yard or outbuildings.

Finally, Turner went into my bedroom. I could see that he was growing angrier by the minute as his search proved fruitless. He poked inside my wardrobe and under the bed, then started pulling linens out of my hope chest. But when he pulled back my bed curtains to peer at my rumpled bed, I lost my temper.

"How dare you! You are a pervert, Major, and certainly not a gentleman! Are you going to paw through all my unmentionables, as well? I've had quite enough of this! Eli, go fetch Mr. St. John. We'll see what my fiance e's father has to say about the way you're treating me."

Turner saw that he had pushed me to my limit. He told Eli to wait and quickly searched the rest of my bedroom, then left without a word of apology. But before the front door closed, he made certain that I heard him say to one of his men, "Stay here day and night if you have to, but watch this house."

I shook with anger and relief. It was after six o'clock by now, but the dawning sun hid behind a gray, overcast sky. Eli and Gilbert went outside to begin their ch.o.r.es.

"Why don't you crawl back into bed and lie down until we get the fire going," Tessie told me. "It be a lot warmer under the covers. You shaking like a leaf." We started up the stairs together.

"Where's Robert?" I whispered, even though the major and his men were gone.

"I don't know, honey. Want me to go ask Eli?"

"No, he's right. It's probably better if we don't know. It must be a very good hiding place, though. Turner was very thorough."

"He sure was. I holding my breath till I almost forget to breathe."

I walked into my bedroom and yanked the bed curtains open, angry all over again when I recalled how the major had dared to leer inside my private sleeping place. I pulled back the covers to lie down, then let out a startled shriek.

A pair of frightened eyes looked up at me. The lump beneath the quilt at the foot of my bed was Robert. I had to grab onto the headboard to keep from falling over.

"How on earth did you get in here?"

"It was Eli's idea. He said a true Southern gentleman would never look in a lady's bed-and he said if the major turned out not to be a gentleman, you would have his hide before you would ever let him touch your bed. It turned out Eli was right."

I remembered how close Turner had come to finding Robert and I began to tremble all over again. "No, stay there," I said when Robert started to climb out. "It's the safest place."

"I'll give you fleas."

"It's a little late to worry about that now. If the fleas are smart, they've already escaped."

Giddy laughter suddenly bubbled up inside me at the absurdity of it all, a laughter born of exhaustion and fear and weary relief. Robert began laughing, too, as he lay back down on the bed again.

"Oh, Caroline . . . Oh, you have no idea how good this feels!"

"To lie in a bed?"

"No, to laugh! Turner came so close to finding me, but you were so wonderfully indignant. You called him a pervert! I wish I could have seen your face . . . and his face."

I wiped tears of joy as Robert and I laughed together. Then something in his laughter changed, and I realized that he was weeping.

"Oh, G.o.d . . ." he said, covering his face. "Oh, G.o.d, I've been locked in that place for eighteen months . . . and now . . . I can't believe it! Caroline, I'm free!"

Chapter Twenty.

March 1863.

Tessie had just served breakfast in my room later that morning when Mr. St. John arrived at my front door. At the sound of the knock, Robert dove beneath the covers again, and I quickly composed myself and tried to walk calmly down the stairs to greet him. Mr. St. John's disheveled appearance told me that he had also been robbed of a full night's sleep. His angry face told me that he hadn't come as my protector and friend.

"Won't you come in?" I asked. "Esther just made breakfast if you would like some."

"No, thank you." He stepped inside the door so that Gilbert could close it against the March chill, but he would come no farther than the foyer. Nor would he allow Gilbert to take his coat and hat.

"I'll come right to the point," he said. "It pains me to have to ask you this, Caroline, but I must.Were you involved in last night's prison break?"

I chose my words cautiously, careful not to lie. "I was home asleep in my bed at the time. I had no idea they planned to escape last night. I admit that I continued to visit my cousin after you asked me not to, and I admit that he sometimes talked of escaping- but doesn't every prisoner?"

"Did you show him where to dig the tunnel?"

I recalled how Eli had pushed me aside so he could draw the diagram for Robert, and I thanked G.o.d for his wisdom in doing so. "No," I answered honestly. "I didn't show Robert where to dig."

"They've recaptured some twenty men-"

"Was Robert one of them?"

"No. But the major says one of those he recaptured confessed that a woman was involved."

"Major Turner is lying. If he has evidence against me, why doesn't he arrest me?"

"Because I won't allow it. Turner is convinced you were involved. Some of the sentries reported that you were snooping around the Towing Company last winter."

"I inquired about having my furniture s.h.i.+pped to safety. Is that against the law?"

Mr. St. John bristled at my sharp tongue and I immediately regretted my outspokenness. He raised his finger and shook it at me. "I'd be careful how I spoke if I were you, Caroline. You are in a very dangerous position right now."

"I'm sorry. Look, they searched my house thoroughly and didn't find any trace of Robert. Don't you think I've been hara.s.sed enough? If Charles knew how I was being treated, he would-"

"You wouldn't be a suspect if you had heeded my warnings and stayed away from the prison."

"I'm starting to think you believe Major Turner. You have your doubts about me and my loyalties, don't you? Would you like to search my house, too?"

"Charles has a right to know if you were involved. As his father, so do I. If you loved him and respected his family's name, you would have stayed well away from Libby."