A moment still, John Heywood saw the duke's pale face appear at the open carriage window, and it seemed to him as though he were stretching out his arms, calling for help--then the carriage disappeared in the night.

"Poor duke!" murmured John Heywood.

"The gates of the Tower are heavy, and your arm will not be strong enough to open them again, when they have once closed behind you.

But it avails nothing to think more about him now.

The queen is also in danger.