“She asked me whether I did not know that Hicks was a Nonconformist.”
“That cannot be all. There must be something more in it.”
“Yes, my lord,” Dunne protested, “it is all. I know nothing more.”
“Was there ever such an impudent rascal?” roared the judge. “Dolt think that, after all the pains I have been at to get an answer, thou canst banter me with such sham stuff as this? Hold the candle to his brazen face, that we may see it clearly.”
Dunne stood terrified and trembling under the glance of those terrible eyes.
“My lord,” he cried, “I am so baulked, I am cluttered out of my senses.”
Again he was put down whilst Colonel Penruddock gave his evidence of the apprehension of the rebels. When he had told how he found Hicks and Dunne concealed under some stuff in the malt-house, Dunne was brought back yet again, that Jeffreys might resume his cross-examination.
“Dunne, how came you to hide yourself in the malthouse?”
“My lord,” said Dunne foolishly, “I was frighted by the noise.”
“Prithee, what needest thou be afraid of, for thou didst not know Hicks nor Nelthorp; and my lady only asked thee whether Hicks were a Nonconformist parson. Surely, so very innocent a soul needed no occasion to be afraid. I doubt there was something in the case of that business we were talking of before. If we could but get out of thee what it was.”