er into his Captain's
hands and, turning upon his captive, shook him first as one shakes a
fractious child, and then planted him vigorously on his feet and demanded
what he had to say for himself.

The captive could achieve no more than a stutter. He was an extremely
little man, dressed in the Sunday garb of a civilian--fustian breeches,
moleskin waistcoat, and a frock of blue broadcloth, very shiny at the
seams. His hat had fallen off in the struggle, and his eyes, timorous as
a hare's, seemed to plead for mercy while he stammered for speech.

"Good Lord!" cried Captain Pond, gazing at the paper. "Look, Doctor--a
plan!"

"A sketch plan!"

"A plan of our defences!"

"Damme, a plan of the whole Castle, and drawn to scale! Search him,
Clogg; search the villain!"

"Wha-wha-_what_," stuttered the little man, "WHAT'S the m-m-meaning of
this? S-some-body shall p-pay, as sure as I--I--I--"

"Pay, sir?" thundered Captain Pond as Mr. Clogg dragged forth yet another
bundle of plans from the poor creature's pocket. "You have seen the last
penny you'll ever draw in your vile trade."

"Wha-_what_ have I--I--I DONE?"

"Heaven knows, sir--Heaven, which has interposed at this hour to thwart
this treacherous design--alone can draw the full indictment against your
past. Clogg, march him off to the guard-room: and you, Doctor, tell
Pengelly to post a guard outside the door. In an hour's time I may feel
myself sufficiently composed to examine him, and we will hold a full
inquiry to-morrow. Good Lord!"--Captain Pond removed his hat and wiped
his brow. "Good Lord! what an escape!"

"I'll--I'll have the l-l-law on you for t-th-this!" stammered the prisoner
sulkily an hour later when Captain Pond entered his cell.

No other answer would he give to the Captain's closest interrogatory.
Only he demanded that a constable should be fetched. He was told that in
England a constable had no power of interference with military justice.

"Y-you are a s-s-silly fool!" answered the prisoner, and turned away to
his bench.

Captain Fond, emerging from the cell, gave orders to supply him with a
loaf of bread and a pitcher of water. Down in Falmouth the bells were
ringing for church. In the Castle a Sabbath stillness reigned.
Sergeant Topase, napping and reading his Bible by turns before the
gatehouse fire, remarked to his wife that on the whole these silly
amachoors were giving less trouble than he had expected.

At 7.45 nex