Much was in cipher and contractions, but some names stood out damningly.

In that month of October in that year 1715 "Ke" could only stand for "Kenmure" and "Ni" for "Nithsdale." Mr.Lovel made an attempt at dignity.
"These are my papers, sir," he blustered.

"I know not by what authority you examine them." But his protest failed because of the instability of his legs, on which his potations early and recent had suddenly a fatal effect.

He was compelled to collapse heavily in the arm-chair by the hearth.
"I observe that the gentleman has lately been powdering his hair," said the boy whom they called Nick.
Mr.Lovel was wroth.

He started upon the usual drunkard's protestations, but was harshly cut short by Talbot.
"You ask me my warrant 'Tis the commission of his Majesty King James in whose army I have the honour to hold a command." He read on, nodding now and then, pursing his mouth at a word, once copying something on to his own tablets.