its are
in it, says every honest Praatistant. D'ye take me?"

Bedloe declared with oaths his admiration of the Doctor's wit, and good
humour filled the hovel; All but Lovel, who once again was wrestling
with something elemental in him that threatened to ruin every thing. He
remembered the bowed stumbling figure that had gone before him in
the Marylebone meadows. Then he had been its enemy; now by a queer
contortion of the mind he thought of himself as the only protector of
that cold clay under the bed--honoured in life, but in death a poor pawn
in a rogue's cause. He stood a little apart from the others near the
door, and his eyes sought it furtively. He was not in the plot, and yet
the plotters did not trouble about him. They assumed his complaisance.
Doubtless they knew his shabby past.

He was roused by Oates' voice. The Doctor was arranging his plan of
campaign with gusto. Bedloe was to disappear to the West Country till
the time came for him to offer his evidence. Prance was to go about
his peaceful trade till Bedloe gave him the cue. It was a masterly
stratagem--Bedloe to start the ball, Prance to be accused as accomplice
and then on his own account to give the other scoundrel corroboration.

"Attend, you sir," the doctor shouted to Lovel. "Ye will be called to
swear to the murderers whom this haanest man will name. If ye be a true
Praatestant ye will repeat the laisson I taich you. If not, ye will be
set down as one of the villains and the good fawk of this city will tear
the limbs from ye at my nod. Be well advaised, my friend, for I hold ye
in my haand." And Oates raised a great paw and opened and shut it.

Lovel mumbled assent. Fear had again descended on him. He heard dimly
the Doctor going over the names of those to be accused.

"Ye must bring in one of the sairvants of this place," he said. "Some
common paarter, who has no friends."

"Trust me," said Prance. "I will find a likely fellow among the Queen's
household. I have several in my mind for the honour."

"Truly the plaace is a nest of Paapists," said Oates. "And not such as
you, Mr. Prance, who putt England before the Paape. Ye are worth a
score of Praatestants to the good caause, and it will be remaimbered. Be
assured it will be remaimbered.... Ye are clear about the main villains?
Walsh, you say, and Pritchard and the man called Le Fevre?"

"The last most of all. But they are sharp-nosed as hounds, and unless we
go wiarily they will give us th