“Those are lampoons ye write?” demanded Mr. Wedderburn.
The Jacobite smiled:
“Yes, sir,” he said in a low voice, “I do not write them, but they are lampoons.”
“Against whom?”
“All the Whigs, sir—one in particular.”
Mr. Wedderburn held the open door in his hand; he spoke over his shoulder:
“The Master of Stair?” he asked.
The Jacobite answered under his breath.
“Truly that devil—the Master of Stair.”
Mr. Wedderburn’s blue eyes flashed dark and fierce.