There was silence again.
“Well, Sir Francis, why do you not speak?”
“I have nothing to say, your Grace.”
“Then it will be done?”
“I do not see at present how it can be done, but doubtless there is a way.”
“Then you will find it, sir, immediately,” rang out the Queen’s metallic tones.
(Mary turned and nodded solemnly at Anthony, with pursed lips.)
“He was questioned on the rack two days ago, your Grace.”
“Have I not said I know all the circumstances? Do you wish me to say it again?”
The Queen was plainly getting angry.