"This is very grave, my lord," said he, "and my Lord Carteret will no doubt desire to express in person his gratitude and his deep sense of the service you have done him.

I think you may confidently expect to find him as generous as you hope." He pocketed the letters, and raised a hand to point at Mr.Caryll.

"This man ?" he inquired laconically.
"Is a spy of King James's.

He is the messenger who bore my father that letter from the Pretender, and he would no doubt have carried back the answer had my father lived." Mr.Templeton drew a paper from his pocket, and crossed to the desk.

He sat down, and took up a quill.