that brought her the news o' her brother's and son's fate.
It would not be so bad if they hadn't taken little York,' sez he, still
atalkin' to hissilf, though he ought to be ashamed o' hissilf fer
spakin' to sich a knave.

"Thin Oi thought it was toime fer me to git out o' soight, as he moight
not loike to be caught atalkin' to hissilf loike--and Oi dount blame
him a bit nather. So Oi jist gits behoind the gate that goes down that
soide alley, and Oi waits fer anny thing more that's comin'.

"'Bradley shall pay for this,' sez he; 'he must be the wan which hath
warned the Quane,' sez he. 'Oi had bitter go and till Hastin's,' sez
he, after he had agin stood soilent fer some toime. 'Oi wounder what
Lord William will think o' Richard's plan.'

"'If it's wan that thou dost agray with,' sez Oi to moysilf, the same
as Sor William sez to hissilf, 'and he be an honest man, he'll have a
damned poor opinion o' it,' sez Oi.

"Thin Sor William goes on agin, amumblin' to hissilf, so that Oi could
hardly hear him. 'If he knows what is good fer him he'll agray with
Dook Richard, and lind him his support. Still,' sez he, after stoppin'
agin, 'if Hastin's was remouved loike Oi moight some day be the
Chancellor moysilf,' sez he, and he straightens hissilf up and rached
up into the air as though he was a-tryin' to catch a floy, though
agoin' so slow that anny smort baste, loike a floy, could git away
afore he got within soight o' it. Thin, whin he thought he had
whativir he was after, he straightins his arm out to the houle o' its
lingth, and houlds it thare, with his head athrown back, as though he
was his Houliness the Pope at Rome.

"'Ah! wilth, power, and ivirythin',' sez he, and he smoiled loike the
divil.

"'Ah! Bradley, thoy toime is drawin' short. Whin Oi till Richard the
part that thou hast takin aginst him methinks Oi see thoy head upon the
block, whare Rivers', Grey's and Vaughan's soon shall be.'

"Lord, sor, Oi did have the divil's own toime to kape from killin' the
murtherin' spalpeen!

"Whin he had finished his big talk he started off, and had his sarvant
git his horse ridy, and he sits out fer somewhare as though the divil
hissilf was at his hales--and its moysilf that am thinkin' he's in the
varmint's heart.

"Oi thin waited with fear and trimblin' fer yer honour to return, and
as soon as Oi saw thee come to thoy rooms Oi followed thee at once,
sor, that Oi moight warn thee not to trust that knave, who