We have traitors among us." "Whom do you suspect ?" cried Fawkes.
"Tresham!" cried Catesby, in a voice of thunder,--"the fawning, wily, lying Tresham.

Fool that I was to league him with us." "He is your own kinsman," observed Garnet.
"He is," replied Catesby; "but were he my own brother he should die.
Here is a letter from him to Lord Mounteagle, which has found its way to the Earl of Salisbury, hinting that a plot is hatching against the state, and offering to give him full information of it." "Traitor! false, perjured traitor!" cried Fawkes.

"He must die." "He shall fall by my hand," rejoined Catesby.

"Stay! a plan occurs to me.

He cannot be aware that this letter is in my possession.