Whaat like were the villains, then?
Jaisuits, I'll warrant?
Foxes from St.Omer's airth ?" "They were two common cutthroats whose names I know." "Tools, belike.

Fingers of the Paape's hand....

Ye seem to have a good acquaintance among rogues, Mr.Whaat's-you-name." The man Prance had disappeared, and Lovel suddenly saw his prospects less bright.

The murderers were being given a chance to escape, and to his surprise he found himself in a fret to get after them.

Oates had clearly no desire for their capture, and the reason flashed on his mind.
The murder had come most opportunely for him, and he sought to lay it at Jesuit doors.