I arrived here half an hour ago, as the captain will inform you, and I was conducted hither by force, having been seized by his men, even as you were seized.

No," he added, with a sigh, "it was not my hand that detained you; it was the hand of Fate." Then suddenly changing his voice to a more vehement key, "Know you on what errand you rode to London ?" he demanded.

"To betray your father into the hands of his enemies; to deliver him up to the hangman." Kenneth's eyes grew wide; his mouth fell open, and a frown of perplexity drew his brows together.

Dully, uncomprehendingly he met Sir Crispin's sad gaze.
"My father," he gasped at last.

"'Sdeath, sir, what is it you mean?
My father has been dead these ten years.