There's a shilling ready for you if you don't blunder." The landlord nodded and waddled towards the man he had pointed out.
Jeremy Rofflash, it may be remarked, was a born spy and informer.

His blood was tainted with treachery.

Ten years before he had been employed by the Whig Government of George of Hanover to ferret out evidence--which not infrequently meant manufacturing it--against the Jacobites.

Posing as a Jacobite, Rofflash wormed himself into the secrets of the conspirators, and he figured as an important witness against the rebel lords Derwentwater, Nithsdale, Carnwath and Wintoun.
It was nothing for him to serve two masters and to play false to both, according as it best suited his own pocket.

Sally Salisbury and Archibald Dorrimore were working in two different directions, and the ingenious Jeremy accommodated both.