"He's crafty as all the imps of hell." Mr.Caryll rose.

"Here in the sight of God and by all that I hold most sacred, I swear that what I have said is true.

I swear that Lord Ostermore--your father--was my father.

I was born in France, in the year 1690, as I have papers upon me that will prove, which you may see, Rotherby." His lordship rose.

"Produce them," said he shortly.
Mr.Caryll drew from an inner pocket of his coat the small leather case that Sir Richard Everard had given him.