One, that not a few of her Majesty's trusted advisers were mixed in it; others, that the Scotchwoman herself was prime mover; another, that it was the work of the Spanish king, whose armies were on the coast waiting the signal to land.
But as we stood, there came a mighty shouting from the Tower Hill, and, running thither, we saw a man in a cart being conducted by twenty horsemen to the prison.

He was clad as a papist priest--yet, when I looked at him, I seemed to know his face.
"Who goes there ?" I asked of one who stood near.
"The head and front of it all," said he; "a renegade priest, Ballard by name." "Who hath travelled," said another, "on this accursed business in the garb of a soldier by the name of Captain Fortescue." "Fortescue!" cried I.

"Why, to be sure, it was he! I knew I had seen him." "You saw him, where?
what know you of this ?" asked several persons round, suspiciously.

"If you be a friend of his, get you up on the cart beside him." I had a mind to make a rush that way, if haply I might get a single word with the traitor as to where Ludar was.

But I might as soon have tried to get within hail of the Scotch Queen herself, so closely was he fenced in.
"He is no friend," growled I, "but a vile enemy and traitor, whom I would to God I had run through the body when I had the chance at Carlisle, months since." Then to avoid more questions and get away from the rabble, I hastened back and told all to Jeannette.