"I have heard more than enough to commit the pair of you to gaol." "But, Your Grace," cried Sir Rowland, so fiercely that one of the tything-men set a restraining hand upon his shoulder, "I am ready to swear that what I did, and what my friend Mr.Westmacott did, was done in the interests of His Majesty.

We were working to discover this plot." "Which, no doubt," put in Trenchard slyly, "is the reason why, having got the letter, your friend Mr.Westmacott locked it in a desk, and you kept silence on the matter." "You see," exclaimed Albemarle, "how your lies do but serve further to bind you in the toils.

It is ever thus with traitors." "I do think you are a damned traitor, Trenchard," began Blake; "a foul..." But what more he would have said was checked by Albemarle, who thundered forth an order for their removal, and then, scarce were the words uttered than the door at the far end of the hall was opened, and through it came a sound of women's voices.

Richard started, for one was the voice of Ruth.
An usher advanced.

"May it please Your Grace, there are two ladies here beg that you will hear their evidence in the matter of Mr.Westmacott and Sir Rowland Blake." Albemarle considered a moment.