"None of that, remember;" he lifted a finger pleasantly. "But I asked you about Ripon House."
"The old castle (it was not half so old as the lodge) is shut up, earl," said he. "The American is in his own country."
"Reynolds, do you know what became of the King?"
"No, your lord—Earl Brompton."
"Or who it was that betrayed us? Some one must have carried all the particulars of the plan to Bagshaw."
The old man did not answer for a moment.
"Reynolds, have you seen Dacre?"
The question was sudden. "Does—does not your lordship know—" he faltered. Geoffrey sprang from his chair.
"They shot him."
Geoffrey sank back to his seat. The old servant walked to the window, pulling out his handkerchief. Outside was heard the measured step of the turnkey pacing to and fro.