Catesby pondered for a moment in silence.
“Is there any stir thereabouts?—any search made of the house or the vault?”
“No—no semblance thereof.”
“Then I think they have not got wind of it. But if so—Mr Fawkes, is all the powder now in the cellar?”
“No, Mr Catesby; there are five or six barrels to come, which I meant to move thither on Monday night next.”
“Wait a little. You had best make sure that all is safe. Tarry for another fortnight, and move them then. Is this not your minds, gentlemen?”
The rest of the group, as usual, deferred to their leader.
There was now another point requiring discussion, and it was introduced by Catesby.
“’Tis time, methinks, gentlemen, that we took thought on a question whereof we have not yet spoken. After the thing you wot of is done, what then shall follow? If not the King alone be present there, but the Queen also, and maybe the Prince—”
“If they be, we will not save them,” interjected Fawkes.