"
"And my father?"
"They have taken him away."
"This is bad news, Banks; but I know that he thought that it might
be so. But it will not be very serious; it is only a question of a
fine," he said.
The butler shook his head, sadly.
"It is worse than that, Master Charles. It is worse than you
think."
"Well, tell me all about it, Banks," Charlie said, feeling much
alarmed at the old man's manner.
"Well, sir, at three this afternoon, two magistrates, John Cockshaw
and William Peters--"
("Both bitter Whigs," Charlie put in.)
"--Rode up to the door. They had with them six constables, and
twenty troopers."
"There were enough of them, then," Charlie said. "Did they think my
father was going to arm you all, and defend the place?"
"I don't know, sir, but that is the number that came. The
magistrates, and the constables, and four of the soldiers came into
the house. Sir Marmaduke met them in the hall.
"'To what do I owe the honour of this visit?' he said, quite cold
and haughty.
"'We have come, Sir Marmaduke Carstairs, to arrest you, on the
charge of being concerned in a treasonable plot against the king's
life.'
"Sir Marmaduke laughed out loud.
"'I have no design on the life of William of Orange, or of any
other man,' he said.
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