\"Notonlysafe,YourMajesty,butthetwentymenofSlape\'sandyourownlife—guardsarewaitingtoescortyou。
\"TheninGod\'snameletusbegoing,\"saidMonmouth,sheathinghisswordandmovingtowardsthedoor。Notasecondtimedidheoffertoconferthehonourofknighthooduponhissaviour。
Mr。Wildingturnedandwentouttomarshalhismen。TheDukeandhisofficersfollowedmoreleisurely。Astheyreachedthedoor,awoman\'scrybrokethesilencebehindthem。Monmouthturned。Mr。Newlington,purpleoffaceandhiseyesprotrudinghorridly,wasbeatingtheairwithhishands。Suddenlyhecollapsed,andcrashedforwardwitharmsflungoutamidtheglassandsilverofthetableallspreadwiththeraitor\'sbanquettowhichhehadbiddenhisunsuspectingvictim。
Hiswifeanddaughterrantohimandcalledhimbyname,Monmouthpausingamomenttowatchthemfromthedoorwaywitheyesunmoved。
ButMr。Newlingtonanswered,nottheircall,forhewasdead。