Crispin sat bolt upright, a look of mingled wonder and
suspicion on his face.

"You are well informed, you gentlemen of the Parliament," he
said.

"On the matter of your errand," the Irishman returned quietly,
"I am much better informed than are you. Shall I tell you who
lives at the sign of the Anchor - not whom you have been told
lives there, but who really does occupy the house?" Hogan
paused a second as though awaiting some reply; then softly he
answered his own question: "Colonel Pride." And he sat back to
await results.

There were none. For the moment the name awoke no
recollections, conveyed no meaning to Crispin.

"Who may Colonel Pride be?" he asked, after a pause.

Hogan was visibly disappointed.

"A certain powerful and vindictive member of the Rump, whose
son you killed at Worcester."

This time the shaft went home. Galliard sprang out of the
chair, his brows darkening, and his cheeks pale beyond their
wont.

"Zounds, Hogan, do you mean that Joseph Ashburn was betraying