Robin looked up again. He remained quiet through all the story; and lifted no more than his eyes. His fingers played continually with a button on his doublet.
"You mean that Queen Mary hath consented to this?"
"Why, yes!"
"To her sister's death?"
"Why, yes!"
"I do not believe it," said the priest quietly. "On whose word does that stand?"
"Why, on her own! Whose else's?" snapped Anthony.
"You mean, you have it in her own hand, signed by her name?"
"It is in Gifford's hand! Is not that enough? And there is her seal to it. It is in cypher, of course. What would you have?"
"Where is she now?" asked Robin, paying no attention to the question.