Your son does live, and at the sign of the Anchor it is likely you would have had the news of him you sought.

But that news would have come when too late to have been of value to you." Crispin tried to speak, but failed.

Then, mastering himself by an effort, and in a voice that was oddly shaken: "Hogan," he cried, "you are torturing me! What is the sum of your knowledge ?" At last the Irishman produced Ashburn's letter to Colonel Pride.
"My men," said he, "are patrolling the roads in wait for a malignant that has incurred the Parliament's displeasure.

We have news that he is making for Harwich, where a vessel lies waiting to carry him to France, and we expect that he will ride this way.

Three hours ago a young man unable clearly to account for himself rode into our net, and was brought to me.