dded he, "I would deem it
expedient that ye notify the guards, and have this unsightly thing
removed." He then turned and proceeded in the direction given him.
This incident brought a renewal of the apprehensions which had haunted
him earlier in the morning, and he muttered as he went on his way:
"There is the first consequence of my folly, and the next may be--nay,
courage; heaven will not be so merciless as to permit one evil deed to
overthrow our cause. God will pardon this hasty sin, when he who
committed it doth risk life in His holy work. But," he added, with a
smile, "'tis providential justice which slew the man, for the dead
utter no words." At last he arrived before the house which he sought.
"Marry," he exclaimed, gazing at the exterior of the tavern; "'tis
indeed a sorry place for the saintly Garnet to reside in, but it has
the advantage of being a secure retreat." He tried the door, which
yielded to his touch, and entered the apartment. On the tables stood
the remains of last night's libations, and the air hung heavy with the
odor of stale tobacco smoke. Over all was a spell of silent
desolation, as if the ghosts of the songs and merry jests, which had
echoed from the walls, had returned with aching heads to curse the
room.

"This is a sweet place, truly," said Winter, looking upon the table.
After a short delay the sound of footsteps could be heard approaching,
a door opened and the host entered. Giles Martin, not at once
recognizing the man who stood by the table, regarded his guest with
some little surprise, for a customer at that early hour was rare.

"To what may I serve thee, sir?" said he, advancing toward Winter.
"Well, Master Martin," exclaimed the one addressed, "dost so soon
forget a face? It is, I swear, a poor trick for a landlord."

"What, Sir Thomas?" cried the other in surprise, holding out his hand,
"I did not recognize thee in this uncertain light. A thousand pardons,
and highly am I honored to find thee in my humble house."

"'Tis but small honor I do thee," replied the man, with a laugh,
drawing off his gauntlets. "Didst receive my letter?"

"Aye, that I did, and have shown the bearer of it every courtesy which
this poor tavern can provide. Much am I gratified to learn that Sir
Thomas Winter remembered one whom he hath not seen since----"

"Nay, good Martin, I do recall the time thou wouldst name. But pray
tell me, is my cavalier friend up at this early hour, for I would
confer wit