not take flight,
there is reason to suppose that he had warned other persons besides Lord
Mounteagle. However, they were all firm; and Fawkes, who was a man of
iron, went down every day and night to keep watch in the cellar as usual.
He was there about two in the afternoon of the fourth, when the Lord
Chamberlain and Lord Mounteagle threw open the door and looked in. 'Who
are you, friend?' said they. 'Why,' said Fawkes, 'I am Mr. Percy's
servant, and am looking after his store of fuel here.' 'Your master has
laid in a pretty good store,' they returned, and shut the door, and went
away. Fawkes, upon this, posted off to the other conspirators to tell
them all was quiet, and went back and shut himself up in the dark, black
cellar again, where he heard the bell go twelve o'clock and usher in the
fifth of November. About two hours afterwards, he slowly opened the
door, and came out to look about him, in his old prowling way. He was
instantly seized and bound, by a party of soldiers under SIR THOMAS
KNEVETT. He had a watch upon him, some touchwood, some tinder, some slow
matches; and there was a dark lantern with a candle in it, lighted,
behind the door. He had his boots and spurs on--to ride to the ship, I
suppose--and it was well for the soldiers that they took him so suddenly.
If they had left him but a moment's time to light a match, he certainly
would have tossed it in among the powder, and blown up himself and them.

They took him to the King's bed-chamber first of all, and there the King
(causing him to be held very tight, and keeping a good way off), asked
him how he could have the heart to intend to destroy so many innocent
people? 'Because,' said Guy Fawkes, 'desperate diseases need desperate
remedies.' To a little Scotch favourite, with a face like a terrier, who
asked him (with no particular wisdom) why he had collected so much
gunpowder, he replied, because he had meant to blow Scotchmen back to
Scotland, and it would take a deal of powder to do that. Next day he was
carried to the Tower, but would make no confession. Even after being
horribly tortured, he confessed nothing that the Government did not
already know; though he must have been in a fearful state--as his
signature, still preserved, in contrast with his natural hand-writing
before he was put upon the dreadful rack, most frightfully shows. Bates,
a very different man, soon said the Jesuits had had to do with the plot,
and probably, under th