Would he, the great magistrate, intervene?
The very sight of his famous face would quell riot.
Sir Edmund looked up and down the street, pinched his chin and peered down the precipitous Savoy causeway.

Whatever the burden on his soul he did not forget his duty.
"Show me," he said, and followed her into the gloom.
Lovel outside stood for a second hesitating.

His chance had come.

His foe had gone of his own will into the place in all England where murder could be most safely done.

But now that the moment had come at last, he was all of a tremble and his breath choked.