CHAPTER XIII.
THE CONSPIRATORS.
On Viviana's return from her devotions, she found her father in the greatest perturbation and alarm.

The old steward, Heydocke, who had ridden express from Ordsall Hall, had just arrived, bringing word that the miserable fate of the pursuivant and his crew had aroused the whole country; that officers, attended by a strong force, and breathing vengeance, were in pursuit of Sir William Radcliffe and his daughter; that large sums were offered for the capture of Guy Fawkes and Father Oldcorne; that most of the servants were imprisoned; that he himself had escaped with great difficulty; and that, to sum up this long catalogue of calamities, Master Humphrey Chetham was arrested, and placed in the New Fleet.

"In short, my dear young mistress," concluded the old man, "as I have just observed to Sir William, all is over with us, and there is nothing left but the grave." "What course have you resolved upon, dear father," inquired Viviana, turning anxiously to him.
"I shall surrender myself," he answered.

"I am guilty of no crime, and can easily clear myself from all imputation." "You are mistaken," she replied.

"Do not hope for justice from those who know it not.