"
"Even Jeffreys may have a weak spot to touch which would be to compel
him to silence. Most men have."
"They hide it successfully as a rule."
"Or think so," said Rosmore. "Amongst these three hundred prisoners are
there any of importance?"
The judge shrugged his shoulders.
"Not in our world. I dare say in this neighbourhood there are a few with
some standing."
"You have had no personal appeals made to you?"
"Many, but none which counted," and then Marriott dropped his voice to a
whisper. "The escape of anyone you are interested in might be arranged."
"I might even contrive that without your assistance, eh, Marriott,"
laughed Rosmore. "He who holds the key can easiest open the door. Don't
look so astonished, man. It is an open secret that, from the King
downwards, personal aims enter into this rebellion. Jeffreys has his, a
stretching out towards power; you have yours, which are no concern of
mine; I have mine, which are nothing to you."
"You are too honest, and perhaps you bark too loudly," said the judge,
glancing round the room.
"I take care to examine walls well before I live between them," said
Rosmore; "but see for yourself.
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