CHAPTER VII.
THE EYE OF THE DRAGON One morning, a week or more after my visit to my uncle's house, with Frances, she came to my closet in the Wardrobe greatly excited, and told me that a sheriff had come to take her to one of the London courts of law.
"Here is the paper he gave me," she said, handing me a document which proved to be a subpoena.

"I have committed no crime, and I can't imagine what it all means." After examining the subpoena, I explained: "You are wanted merely as a witness before a jury of inquiry engaged in investigating a crime of some sort.

It may be Hamilton's fight at the Old Swan, or it may be the Roger Wentworth affair.

Perhaps some one is trying to fix that awful crime on Hamilton.

But I tell you, Frances, he is innocent." I had not, at that time, explained to her that Hamilton and Churchill were two hundred yards behind Crofts and his friends when the robbery was committed, having felt that it was just as well not to make Hamilton's innocence too clear.
We of the court considered ourselves exempt from processes of this sort while in the palace.