"Bring him to me, and I'll form my own judgment--though I have some confidence in yours." "You could go further and fare worse, as the Papists say about purgatory," answered the old man with respectful familiarity.
Captain Ivy and Dyck grinned, but the head of the house seemed none too pleased at the freedom of the old butler.
"Bring him as he is," said Miles Calhoun.

"Good God!" he added, for he just realized that the stamp of the seal was that of the Attorney-General of Ireland.
Then he read the letter and a flush swept over his face, making its red almost purple.
"Eternal damnation--eternal damnation!" he declared, holding the paper at arm's length a moment, inspecting it.

He then handed it to Dyck.
"Read that, lad.

Then pack your bag, for we start for Dublin by daylight or before." Dyck read the brief document and whistled softly to himself.
"Well, well, you've got to obey orders like that, I suppose," Dyck said.
"They want to question us as to the state of the country here." "I think we can tell them something.

I wonder if they know how wide your travel is, how many people you see; and if they know, how did they come to know?
There's spies all over the place.