When Ned Warbeck had left his uncle’s house to go and visit the palace, he was not aware that all his actions had been watched.
Yet they had been.
Colonel Blood was a man of too much influence about the king’s court not to have a number of spies and informers in his employ.
When, therefore, he was returning from the scene at the Block House, disheartened and annoyed, he met with a person who recognised him.
“Who hails me in the public streets at this time of the morning?” asked Blood, in a surly tone.
“A friend,” was the reply.
“Approach, and speak, then,” said the colonel, in a haughty tone.
The stranger stepped forward towards Blood, and in an instant he was recognized by the colonel as one of his spies, an old gentlemanly-looking Jew.
“What news to-night, Barnabas?” asked the colonel.
“Good news!” answered the Jew.