"You admit that you are a spy, then?"
"No such thing. I have owned nothing. As I told you before, you
are welcome to put what construction you please on my actions."
"Sir Norman Kingsley, this is nonsensical equivocation! You own
you came to hear and see?"
"Well!"
"Well, hearing and seeing constitute spying, do they not?
Therefore, you are a spy."
"I confess it looks like it. What next?"
"Need you ask What is the fate of all spies?"
"No matter what they are in other places, I am pretty certain
what they are here!"
"And that is?"
"A room in black, and a chop with an axe -the Earl of
Gloucester's fate, in a word!"
"You have said it! Have you any reason why such a sentence
should not be pronounced on you?"
"None; pronounce it as soon as you like."
"With the greatest pleasure!" said the duke, who had been
scrawling on another ominous roll of vellum, and now passed it to
the dwarf. "I never knew anyone it gave me more delight to
condemn. Will your highness pass that to her majesty for
signature, and pronounce his sentence."
His highness, with a grin of most exquisite delight, did as
directed; and Sir Norman looked steadfastly at the queen as she
received it.
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