"That, sir--if you will permit the observation--is the preface of all the disclosures that have lately been made to us.

The consolation, sir, for his majesty's friends, has been that in no case did the subsequent matter make that preface good." "It is in that particular, then, that my disclosures shall differ from those others," said Rotherby, in a tone that caused Mr.Templeton afterwards to describe him as "a damned hot fellow." "You have evidence ?" "Documentary evidence.

A letter from the Pretender himself amongst it." A becoming gravity overspread Mr.Templeton's clear-cut face.

"That would be indeed regrettable," said he.

It was plain that whatever the second secretary might display when the plot was disclosed to him, he would display none of that satisfaction upon which Rotherby had counted.
"To whom, sir, let me ask, is this letter indited ?" "To my late father," answered his lordship.
Mr.Templeton made an exclamation, whose significance was not quite clear.
"I have discovered it since his death," continued Rotherby.