"I am to counsel the Bishop to stay his hand against a more favorable opportunity.

There is no reason why you should not do the very opposite with Ostermore." Mr.Caryll knit his brows, his eyes intent upon the other's face; but he said no word.
"It is," urged Everard, "an opportunity such as there may never be another.

We destroy Ostermore.

By a turn of the hand we bring him to the gallows." He chuckled over the word with a joy almost diabolical.
"But how--how do we destroy him ?" quoth Justin, who suspected yet dared not encourage his suspicions.
"How?
Do you ask how?
Is't not plain ?" snapped Sir Richard, and what he avoided putting into words, his eloquent glance made clear to his companion.
Mr.Caryll rose a thought quickly, a faint flush stirring in his cheeks, and he threw off Everard's grasp with a gesture that was almost of repugnance.

"You mean that I am to enmesh him...." Sir Richard smiled grimly.