“And the truth, you say?”
“Else it would not sting.”
And Sir Perseus picked up the topmost printed sheet and unfolded it; Mr. Wedderburn fixed upon him his brilliant eyes.
Sir Perseus glanced at the clock, then commenced reading in his pleasant, even voice:
Of all these men who make the laws,
That they may easy break the laws,
I know no knaves I could compare
With the brood begot by the Viscount Stair.
“A bold beginning,” remarked Mr. Wedderburn.
Sir Perseus continued: