Silence, then, for I am tired and need rest and sleep.

I have, as you say, just done a work well pleasing to God; perhaps He may send me, as a reward for it, invigorating and strengthening sleep, which I have now so long desired in vain." And the king threw back the curtains of his couch, and, supported by Gardiner, laid himself on the downy cushion.
Gardiner drew the curtains again, and thrust the fatal paper into his pocket.

Even in his hands it did not seem to him secure enough.

What! might not some curious eye fasten on it, and divine its contents?
Might not some impertinent and shameless friend of the queen snatch this paper from him, and carry it to her and give her warning?
No, no, it was not secure enough in his hands.

He must hide it in the pocket of his gown.
There, no one could find it, no one discover it.
So there he hid it.