lems of the currency which, I
bethink me, you have studied deeply. Keep you here in London, for I
shall have need of you. Within the month, perhaps within the week, I
shall require you. England needs men who can do more than dawdle. Pray
you, keep me advised where you may be found."

There was ill omen in the light reply. "Why, as to that, my Lord," said
Law, "if you should think my poor service useful, your servants might
get trace of me at the Green Lion--unless I should be in prison! No man
knoweth what may come."

Montague laughed lightly. "At the Green Lion, or in Newgate itself,"
said he. "Be ready, for I have not yet done with you."

CHAPTER VI

THE RESOLUTION OF MR. LAW

The problems of England's troubled finances, the questions of the
coinage, the gossip of the king's embroilments with the
Parliament--these things, it may again be said, occupied Law's mind far
less than the question of gaining audience with his fair rescuer of the
morn at Sadler's Wells. This was the puzzle which, revolve it as he
might, not even his audacious wit was able to provide with plausible
solution. He pondered the matter in a hundred different pleasing phases
as he passed from the Bank of England through the crowded streets of
London, and so at length found himself at the shabby little lodgings in
Bradwell Street, where he and his brother had, for the time, taken up
their quarters.

"It starteth well, my boy," cried he, gaily, to his brother, when at
length he had found his way up the narrow stair into the little room,
and discovered Will patiently awaiting his return. "Already two of my
errands are well acquit."

"You have, then, sent the letters to our goldsmith here?" said Will.

"Now, to say truth, I had not thought of that. But letters of
credit--why need we trouble over such matters? These English are but
babes. Give me a night or so in the week at the Green Lion, and we'll
need no letters of credit, Will. Look at your purse, boy--since you are
the thrifty cashier of our firm!"

"I like not this sort of gold," said Will Law, setting his lips
judicially.

"Yet it seems to purchase well as any," said the other, indifferently.
"At least, such is my hope, for I have made debt against our purse of
some fifty sovereigns--some little apparel which I have ordered. For,
look you, Will, I must be clothed proper. In these days, as I may tell
you, I am to meet such men as Montague, chancellor of the exchequer--my
Lord