It is now my further privilege to point out to your lordship the man to whom she sold us." Feversham misliked Sir Rowland's arrogant tone, misliked his angry, scornful glance.

His eyes narrowed, the laughter faded slowly from his face.
"Yes, yes, I remember," said he; "t'is lady, you have tole us, betray you.

Ver' well.

But you have not tole us who betray you to t'is lady." And he looked inquiringly at Blake.
The baronet's jaw dropped; his face lost some of its high colour.

He was stunned by the question as the bird is stunned that flies headlong against a pane of glass.