Will Your Grace with the same consideration permit us to see the proofs that we may lay bare their falseness?
It should not be difficult." "Do you say there is no such plot as is here alleged ?" quoth the Duke, and smote a paper sharply.
Blake shrugged his shoulders.

"How should I know ?" he asked.

"I say I have no share in any, that I am acquainted with none." "Call Mr.Trenchard," said the Duke quietly, and an usher who had stood tamely by the door at the far end of the room departed on the errand.
Richard started at the mention of that name.

He had a singular dread of Mr.Trenchard.
Colonel Luttrell--lean and wiry--now addressed the prisoners, Blake more particularly.

"Still," said he, "you will admit that such a plot may, indeed, exist ?" "It may, indeed, for aught I know--or care," he added incautiously.
Albemarle smote the table with a heavy hand.