der, and though the laight was dim ye saw the
murderers, and they had the Jaisuitical air?"

Oates' menacing voice had more terror for Lovel than Bedloe's
truculence. "Beyond doubt," he replied.

"Whoy, that is so far good," and the Doctor laughed. "Ye will be helped
later to remember the names for the benefit of his Maajesty's Court....
'Tis time we set to work. Is the place quiet?"

"As the grave, doctor," said Prance.

"Then I will unfold to you my pairpose. This noble magistrate is foully
murdered by pairsons unknown as yet, but whom this haanest man will
swear to have been disguised Jaisuits. Now in the sairvice of Goad and
the King 'tis raight to pretermit no aiffort to bring the guilty to
justice. The paiple of England are already roused to a holy fairvour,
and this haarrid craime will be as the paistol flash to the powder
caask. But that the craime may have its full effaict on the paapulace
'tis raight to take some trouble with the staging. 'Tis raight so to
dispose of the boady that the complaicity of the Paapists will be
clear to every doubting fool. I, Taitus Oates, take upon myself this
responsibility, seeing that under Goad I am the chosen ainstrument for
the paiple's salvation. To Soamersait Haase with it, say I, which is
known for a haaunt of the paapistically-minded.... The postern ye know
of is open, Mr. Prance?"

"I have seen to it," said the man, who seemed to conduct himself in this
wild business with the decorum of a merchant in his shop.

"Up with him, then," said Oates.

Prance and Bedloe swung the corpse on their shoulders and moved out,
while the doctor, gripping Lovel's arm like a vice, followed at a little
distance.

The Savoy was very quiet that night, and very dark. The few loiterers
who observed the procession must have shrugged their shoulders and
turned aside, zealous only to keep out of trouble. Such sights were not
uncommon in the Savoy. They entered a high ruinous house on the east
side, and after threading various passages reached a door which opened
on a flight of broken steps where it was hard for more than one to
pass at a time. Lovel heard the carriers of the dead grunting as they
squeezed up with their burden. At the top another door gave on an
outhouse in the yard of Somerset House between the stables and the
west water-gate.... Lovel, as he stumbled after them with Oates'
bulk dragging at his arm, was in a confusion of mind such as his mean
time-serving life had never