"Well, sir," began the page in a very severe tone, "so you have made up your mind to evade the charge of misprision of treason—that, at the least!"
"Yes, sir," said the man in a very timid way. (He must have heard that phrase pretty often lately.)
"Well; and you have found your other witness?"
"Yes, sir; my own brother, sir."
"Ah! Was he too in this detestable affair?"
"No, sir."
"Well, then; how do you bring him in?"
"Sir," said the man, seeming to recover himself a little, "I put my brother in a secret place; and then caused him to overhear a conversation between myself and another."
"Very pretty! very pretty!" cried the page. "And who was this other?"
"Sir; it was a Mr. Goodenough—under-sheriff once of—"