fe.

He advanced from the door of the side room with ease and dignity.
Reaching out a snuff-box which he had found in the silken pocket of his
new garment, he extended it to the turnkey with an indifferent gesture.

"Kindly have it filled with maccaboy," he said. "See, 'tis quite empty,
and as such, 'tis useless."

"Certainly, Captain Law," said the turnkey. "I am a man as knows what a
gentleman likes, and many a one I've had here in my day, sir. As it
chances, I've a bit of the best in my own quarters, and I'll see that
you have what you like."

"Will," said Law to his brother, who had scarce moved during all this,
"come, cheer up! One would think 'twas thyself was to be inmate here,
and not another."

Will Law burst into tears.

"God knows, 'twere better myself, and not thee, Jack," he said.

"Pish! boy, no more of that! 'Twas as chance would have it. I'm never
meant for staying here. Come, take this letter, as I said, and make
haste to carry it. 'Twill serve nothing to have you moping here. Fare
you well, and see that you sleep sound."

Will Law turned, obedient as ever to the commands of the superior mind.
He passed out through the heavily-guarded door as the turnkey swung it
for him; passed out, turned and looked back. He saw his brother standing
there, easy, calm, indifferent, a splendid figure of a man.

CHAPTER XIII

THE MESSAGE

To Will Law, as he turned away from the prison gate upon the errand
assigned to him, the vast and shapeless shadows of the night-covered
city took the form of appalling monsters, relentless, remorseless,
savage of purpose. He passed, as one in some hideous dream, along
streets that wound and wound until his brain lost distance and
direction. It might have been an hour, two hours, and the clock might
have registered after midnight, when at last he discovered himself in
front of the dark gray mass of stone which the chairmen assured him was
his destination. It was with trepidation that he stepped to the
half-lighted door and fumbled for the knocker. The door slowly swung
open, and he was confronted by the portly presence of a lackey who stood
in silence waiting for his word.

"A message for Lady Catharine Knollys," said Will, with what courage he
could summon. "'Tis of importance, I make no doubt." For it was to the
Lady Catharine that John Law had first turned. His heart craved one
more sight of the face so beloved, one more word from the voice which so
late had t