"Yes? And his abode?"
"Is my own house. In Kensington-square."
This time the officer started perceptibly, and fixed an even more penetrating glance upon the other than before. Indeed, so apparent were both the start and look of surprise on his face that the traitor before him deemed it necessary to offer some excuse for his strange revelation.
"Yes," he said, "in my own house. It has been necessary for me to let him hide there awhile the better to--to entrap--to deliver him to justice."
"Your lordship is indeed an ardent partisan," coldly replied Captain Morris; "the King is much to be congratulated on so good a convert."
"The King will, I trust, reward my devotion. The Stuarts have never shown any gratitude for all that has been done for them--by my family as much as any. Now, Captain Morris," he went on, "I have told you all that I have to tell. I have simply to ask that in no way shall it be divulged--as, indeed, I have the promise of his Majesty's Ministers that nothing shall be divulged--as to the source whence this information is derived. It is absolutely necessary that I appear not at all in the matter."
"That is understood. The Secretary of State for Scotch affairs, from whom I receive my instructions, knows your lordship's desire, without a doubt."
"Precisely. It is with him I have been in communication. Yet, still, I would make one other request. It is that Father Sholto may not be arrested in my house. That would be painful to--to--Lady Fordingbridge, a young and delicate woman. He can easily be taken outside, since he quits the house fearlessly each day."
"That too," replied Morris, "I will make a note of for the Secretary's consideration. I wish you now, my lord, good evening," saying which he bowed and went toward the door.
"If I could possibly prevail on you to refresh yourself," said Fordingbridge, as he followed him to it, "I should be happy," and he held out his hand as he spoke.