“The High Court of Appeal, my lord.”
“Who are you sir? What is your name?”
“Hugh Peters, my lord.”
“That should be a Whig name?”
“It is, my lord.”
“Where do you lodge, Mr. Peters?”
“In Thames-street, my lord, over against the sign of the Three Kings.”
“Three Kings? Take care one be not too many for you, Mr. Peters! How come you, an honest Whig, as you say, to be privy to a Jacobite plot? Answer me that.”
“My lord, a person in whom I take an interest has been seduced to take a part in it; and being frightened at the unexpected wickedness of their plans, he is resolved to become an informer for the Crown.”
“He resolves like a wise man, sir. What does he say of the persons? Who are in the plot? Doth he know them?”