ate,
and evidently for the sake of being unnoticed, he turned into a less
frequented thoroughfare, and proceeded by a circuitous route to gain
the hostelry wherein he resided. The way brought him through a portion
of the city composed of narrow intersecting streets and alleys, faced
by poor and worn out hovels. A few old warehouses here and there
marked the spots where in times gone by fine goods had been stored. As
they stood with broken windows and open doors sighing and creaking in
the wind, they appeared like living creatures who had fallen from
conditions of plenty, and were now, in their hunger, bemoaning the
loss of the abundance which once had filled them.

In front of one of these buildings Garnet paused for a moment to more
closely examine the pile, and being deeply absorbed in his task of
inspection, was not aware of the glimmer of a lantern which came
bobbing toward him along the main road. The first intimations that any
one but himself stood upon the street were a sudden flash of light in
his face, a heavy hand falling upon his shoulder, and a gruff voice
exclaiming:

"Henry Garnet, in the name of the King I arrest thee!"

The priest started, and with rapid motion drew his cloak about him,
at the same time springing upon the step of the building. The man
lowered the light and by its reflection the Jesuit could see that he
wore the uniform of the King's guard.

"Come," continued the soldier, drawing his sword, "submission better
suits thee as a priest, than does resistance."

The blow had fallen so quickly, so unexpectedly, that for an instant
Garnet stood as one struck dumb, unable either to reply or form a plan
of action. However, in a moment his alert mind grasped the situation.
He had been recognized, that was evident, but his arrest was simply
for disobeying the edict by which he, as well as all his order, were
banished from the kingdom. The penalty following the violation of this
decree, at its worst, would simply mean imprisonment in the Tower. But
what, he asked himself, would be the consequence of it? While far from
being an egotist, the Jesuit knew that he alone was the thinking power
of that cause which to him was dearer than life. And now, when plans
were fast maturing, the corn ripening in the field, awaiting but the
hand of the reapers, he was placed in sudden danger which threatened
to frustrate all their hopes. These thoughts flashed through his mind
with the rapidity of lightning as he