They could not await his coming, but went downstairs and out into the garden, where they met him breathless with his speed.
"Master Clarke is taken!" he cried, emotion and haste making his words barely audible.

"He was warned last night of coming peril.
The place was full of rumours, and it was known that Garret had been back and had escaped again.

We counselled him to fly, but he refused.

This morning the proctors sent for him, and he hath not returned.

I am expecting a visit every moment to my chambers.