"You'll clown it to the end," he sneered.
"And that's none so far off," snarled Mr.Green, who since the peppering of his eyes, had flung aside his usual cherubic air.

"Oh, you may sneer, sir," he mocked the prisoner.

"But we have you fast.

This letter was brought hither by you, and this one was to have been carried hence by you." "The latter, sir, was a matter for the future, and you can hardly prove what a man will do; so we'll let that pass.

As for the former--the letter which you say I brought--you'll remember that you searched me at Maidstone--" "And I have your admission that the letter was upon you at the time," roared the spy, interrupting him--"your admission in the presence of that lady, as she can be made to witness." Mistress Winthrop rose.