"How, then," he asked, "comes this letter--this letter which makes plain the treason upon which the Duke of Monmouth is embarked, just as it makes plain your participation in it--how comes this letter to be found in your possession ?" And he waved the letter in the air.
Richard went the colour of ashes.

He faltered a moment, then took refuge in the truth, for all that he knew beforehand that the truth was bound to ring more false than any lie he could invent.
"That letter was not addressed to me," he stammered.
Albemarle read the subscription, "To my good friend W., at Bridgwater." He looked up, a heavy sneer thrusting his heavy lip still further out.
"What do you say to that?
Does not 'W' stand for Westmacott ?" "It does not." "Of course not," said Albemarle with heavy sarcasm.

"It stands for Wilkins, or Williams, or...or...

What-not." "Indeed, I can bear witness that it does not," exclaimed Sir Rowland.
"Be silent, sir, I tell you!" bawled the Duke at him again.

"You shall bear witness soon enough, I promise you.