"When all is said, the letter will be safer here, meantime, than in your pocket." And he tapped the secretaire.

"But see what I have writ his majesty, and tell me should I alter aught." He took out a drawer on the right--took it out bodily--then introduced his hand into the opening, running it along the inner side of the desk until, no doubt, he touched a spring; for suddenly a small trap was opened.

From this cavity he fished out two documents--one the flimsy tissue on which King James' later was penned; the other on heavier material Lord Ostermore's reply.

He spread the latter before him, and handed it to Mr.Caryll, who ran an eye over it.
It was indited with stupid, characteristic incaution; concealment was never once resorted to; everywhere expressions of the frankest were employed, and every line breathed the full measure of his lordship's treason and betrays the existence of a plot.
Mr.Caryll returned it.

His countenance was grave.
"I desire his majesty to know how whole-heartedly I belong to him." "'Twere best destroyed, I think.