“Are you satisfied?” he asked, rising.
“I am,” replied Garnet.
“And so am I,” thought Tresham, who stood in the rear, “—that he will perjure himself.”
“Am I now at liberty to depart?” inquired the Earl.
“Not yet, my lord,” replied Catesby. “You must remain here till midnight.”
Lord Mounteagle looked uneasy, but seeing remonstrance would be useless, he preserved a sullen silence.
“You need have no fear, my lord,” said Catesby. “But we must take such precautions as will ensure our safety, in case you intend us any treachery.”
“You cannot doubt me, sir, after the oath I have taken,” replied Mounteagle, haughtily. “But since you constitute yourself my jailer, I must abide your pleasure.”
“If I am your jailer, my lord,” rejoined Catesby, “I will prove to you that I am not neglectful of my office. Will it please you to follow me?”
The Earl bowed in acquiescence; and Catesby, marching before him to a small room, the windows of which were carefully barred, pointed to a chair, and instantly retiring, locked the door upon him. He then returned to the others, and taking Guy Fawkes aside, observed in a low tone,