I had concealed myself in the store-room, under a heap of lumber, and in searching for me they chanced upon a barrel of gunpowder--" "Well!" interrupted Guy Fawkes.
"Well, sir," pursued Heydocke, "I heard the pursuivant remark to one of his comrades, 'This is a lucky discovery.

If we can't find the steward, we'll blow him and the old house to the devil.' Just then, some one came to tell him I was hidden in the stables, and the whole troop adjourned thither.

But being baulked of their prey, I suppose, they wreaked their vengeance in the way you perceive." "No doubt," rejoined Humphrey Chetham.

"But they shall bitterly rue it.
I will myself represent the affair to the Commissioners." "It will be useless," groaned Heydocke.

"There is no law to protect the property of a Catholic." "Where is the barrel of gunpowder you spoke of ?" asked Guy Fawkes, as if struck by a sudden idea.
"The villains took it with them when they quitted the store-room," replied the steward.