"Sare Rowlan'," he bade him angrily, "be so kind to tell me what 'appen in Breechwater--everyt'ing!" Blake, his face purple, seemed to struggle for breath and words.

Mr.
Wilding answered for him.
"Sir Rowland is so choleric, my lord," he said in his pleasant, level voice, "that perhaps the tale would come more intelligibly from me.

Believe me that he has served you to the best of his ability.
Unfortunately for the success of your choice plan of murder, I had news of it at the eleventh hour, and with a party of musketeers I was able to surprise and destroy your cut-throats in Mr.Newlington's garden.
You see, my lord, I was to have been one of the victims myself, and I resented the attentions that were intended me.

I had no knowledge that Sir Rowland had contrived to escape, and, frankly, it is a thing I deplore more than I can say, for had that not happened much trouble might have been saved and your lordship's rest had not been disturbed." "But t'e woman ?" cried Feversham impatiently.

"How is she come into this galare ?" "It was she who warned him," Blake got out, "as already I have had the honour to inform your lordship." "And your lordship cannot blame her for that," said Wilding.