“Who are they?” continued Mounteagle. “There is no need of concealment with me.”
As this was said, Tresham raised his eyes, and saw that Guy Fawkes had stepped silently forward, and placed himself behind Mounteagle's chair. His hand grasped his dagger, and his gaze never moved from the object of his suspicion.
“Who are they?” repeated Mounteagle. “Is Guy Fawkes one of them?”
“Assuredly not,” replied Tresham. “Why should you name him? I never mentioned him to your lordship.”
“I think you did,” replied Mounteagle. “But I am certain you spoke of Catesby.”
And Tresham's regards involuntarily wandered to the closet, when he beheld the stern glance of the person alluded to fixed upon him.
“You have heard of Viviana Radcliffe's imprisonment, I suppose?” pursued Mounteagle, unconscious of what was passing.
Guy Fawkes keeping watch upon Tresham and Lord Mounteagle.
