. Shrewsbury; a romance . the ene-mys country. So fully I am persuaded was this the case,that had it been a question of stubbing the King in theback, or shooting him from a window, I believe not onewould have volunteered. Let this stand to their credit:to the credit of men whom I saw and have described attheir worst, drunken, reckless, ill-combined, and worsegoverned; whose illegal design had it been accomplished,must have postponed the Protestant succession in theserealms; but who, misguided and betrayed as they were byleaders more evil than themselves, evinced some spark ofchivalry in their
. Shrewsbury; a romance . the ene-mys country. So fully I am persuaded was this the case,that had it been a question of stubbing the King in theback, or shooting him from a window, I believe not onewould have volunteered. Let this stand to their credit:to the credit of men whom I saw and have described attheir worst, drunken, reckless, ill-combined, and worsegoverned; whose illegal design had it been accomplished,must have postponed the Protestant succession in theserealms; but who, misguided and betrayed as they were byleaders more evil than themselves, evinced some spark ofchivalry in their lives—for all did it in a measure for acause—and in their sufferings a fortitude that wouldhave become better men and a nobler effort. SHREWSBURY 255 So much of them. One released my hands, and an-other at Smiths request found him a light; and my newprotector bidding me follow him, and leading the wayupstairs to the bare room at the hack whence I hadbroken out, those we left were deep in muttered plans :0ii& ^<. THE PLACE WAS NOTHING MORE THAN A CONCEALED CUPBOARD and whisperings of the Marsh, and Hunts house, andHarrisons Inn at Dimchurch, before we were out ofhearing. Smiths first act, Avhen we reached the room above, wasto close the door upon us. This done, he set his candle 256 SHREWSBURY on the floor — whence its flame threw dark waveringoutlines of our figures on the ceiling—and moved to thehearth. Here, while I stared, wondering at his silence,he searched for some spring or handle, and finding it,caused a large piece of the wainscot to fall out and reveala cavity about three feet deep and six long. He beckonedme to bring the candle and look in, and supi^osing it tobe a secret way out, I did so. However, outlet there wasnone. The place was nothing more than a concealedcupboard. Well? he said, when he had moved the candle toand fro that I might see the better—his face the whilewearing a smile that caught and held my gaze. Well ?what do you think of it, Mr. Tay
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