"Sir, the Duke of Monmouth was in it—at least we heard so. He was certainly in the former plot!"
"And what was that?" asked the other very quietly.
"Why, sir; the plot to assault Whitehall; it is all one in reality; but—"
"We know all about that," snapped the page sharply. "Well; and what other names?"
"Sir; there was my Lord Russell."
I moved in my chair. Even to this day I cannot believe that that peer was guilty; though indeed he was found so to be. Mr. Chiffinch cast me a look.
"Proceed, sir," he said.
"And there was Mr. Ferguson, a minister; and Mr. Wildman; and my Lord Argyle in Scotland; and my Lord Howard of Escrick; and Mr. Sidney; and my Lord Essex. I do not say, sir, that all those—"
"There! there: go on. We shall test every word you say; you may depend upon it. What other names have you?"
"There was my Lord Grey, sir; and Sir Thomas Armstrong … Sir; I can remember no more!"