e's faithful subjects a
sermon attacking the King's most certain prerogatives. I can make
perhaps allowances for this--though I do not know whether his Grace will
do so--but I can make allowances for one so foolish as yourself carried
away by the drunkenness of words; but I can make none--none--" he
shouted, crashing his hand upon the table, "none for your superior who
stands beside you, and who forebore either to protest at the treason at
the time or to rebuke it afterwards."

The Prior's hands rose and clasped themselves convulsively, but he made
no answer.

Dr. Layton proceeded to read out the confession that he had wrung from
the monk the night before, down to the signature; then he called upon
him to come up.

"Is this your name, sir?" he asked slowly.

The Sub-Prior took the paper in his trembling hands.

"It is sir," he said.

"You hear it," cried the doctor, staring fiercely round the faces, "he
tells you he has subscribed it himself. Go back to your place, reverend
father, and thank our Lord that you had courage to do so.

"And now, you, sir, Master Prior, what have you to say?"

Dr. Layton dropped his voice as he spoke, and laid his fat hands
together on the table. The Prior looked up with the same dreadful
entreaty as before; his lips moved, but no sound came from them. The
monks round were deadly still; Ralph saw a swift glance or two exchanged
beneath the shrouding hoods, but no one moved.

"I am waiting, my Lord Prior," cried Layton in a loud terrible voice.

Again the Prior writhed his lips to speak.

Dr. Layton rose abruptly and made a violent gesture.

"Down on your knees, Master Prior, if you need mercy."

There was a quick murmur and ripple along the two lines as the Prior
dropped suddenly on to his knees and covered his face with his hands.

Dr. Layton threw out his hand with a passionate gesture and began to
speak--.

"There, reverend fathers and brethren," he cried, "you see how low sin
brings a man. This fellow who calls himself prior was bold enough, I
daresay, in the church when treason was preached; and, I doubt not, has
been bold enough in private too when he thought none heard him but his
friends. But you see how treachery,--heinous treachery,--plucks the
spirit from him, and how lowly he carries himself when he knows that
true men are sitting in judgment over him. Take example from that, you
who have served him in the past; you need never fear him more now."

Dr. Layton d