"Let him sit down there for an instant; we will finish this man's business very briefly." "Shall we remove Mr.Butler ?" queried the assistant.
"It is not necessary--Let him remain where he is." Butler accordingly sate down on a bench at the bottom of the apartment, attended by one of his keepers.
It was a large room, partially and imperfectly lighted; but by chance, or the skill of the architect, who might happen to remember the advantage which might occasionally be derived from such an arrangement, one window was so placed as to throw a strong light at the foot of the table at which prisoners were usually posted for examination, while the upper end, where the examinants sate, was thrown into shadow.

Butler's eyes were instantly fixed on the person whose examination was at present proceeding, in the idea that he might recognise some one of the conspirators of the former night.

But though the features of this man were sufficiently marked and striking, he could not recollect that he had ever seen them before.
The complexion of this person was dark, and his age somewhat advanced.

He wore his own hair, combed smooth down, and cut very short.

It was jet black, slightly curled by nature, and already mottled with grey.