John was silent for a moment, and when he at length spoke it was defiantly and with a bitterness most unusual in him.

“The world, Mr. Warburton, has not treated me so kindly that I should feel any qualms of conscience. But, an it gives you any satisfaction to know it, I will tell you that my robberies are few and far between. You spoke a little while ago of my probable⁠—ah⁠—fate⁠—on Tyburn Tree. I think you need not fear to hear of that.”

“I⁠—It gives me great satisfaction, my lord, I confess,” stammered the lawyer, and found nothing more to say. After a long pause he again produced the bulky roll of parchment and laid it down before the Earl with the apologetic murmur of:

“Business, my lord!”