When he re-appeared, a smile sat upon his countenance, and his looks instantly dispelled the alarm that had been previously felt.
"You bring us good news, my son ?" cried Garnet.
"Excellent, father," replied Fawkes: "and you were right in saying that at the very moment we were indulging in misgiving, Heaven was preparing for us a victory by unforeseen and mysterious means." Garnet raised his hands gratefully and reverentially upwards.

And the other conspirators crowded round Fawkes to listen to his relation.
"The noise we heard," he said, "arose from a very simple circumstance,--and when you hear it, you will smile at your fears.

But you will not smile at the result to which it has led.

Exactly overhead, it appears, a cellar is situated, belonging to a person named Bright, and the sound was occasioned by the removal of his coals, which he had been selling off." "Is that all ?" cried Catesby.

"We are indeed grown childish, to be alarmed by such a cause." "It appears slight now it is explained," observed Keyes, gravely; "but how were we to know whence it arose ?" "True," returned Fawkes; "and I will now show you how the hand of Heaven has been manifested in the matter.