"Is that all, Sir George?"
"All! yes. Why?"
"It is valuable; where did you get it?"
"I found it upon the floor under the table. What is it, though?"
"Show me your summons first. You have discovered information, I believe, which will tide you safely over the trial."
"Eh!" ejaculated the old knight, dropping the bulky summons upon the table; "found what?"
Sir Thomas returned no answer to the query, for, leaving his companion to grasp the importance of the words he had just uttered, he spread out the two documents side by side upon the table and busied himself in comparing them together.
CHAPTER XV.
SIR GEORGE AT WESTMINSTER.
Go, let the treacherous throw their darts
And sore the good malign
Perjure their conscience, stain their hearts,
To gain their foul design.
Yet shall right triumph at the end;
And virtue fortune shall defend.