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HOW PETER MET THE SPANIARD
JOHN CASTELL
PETER GATHERS VIOLETS
LOVERS DEAR
CASTELL'S SECRET
FAREWELL
NEWS FROM SPAIN
D'AGUILAR SPEAKS
THE SNARE
THE CHASE
THE MEETING ON THE SEA
FATHER HENRIQUES
THE ADVENTURE OF THE INN
INEZ AND HER GARDEN
PETER PLAYS A PART
BETTY SHOWS HER TEETH
THE PLOT
THE HOLY HERMANDAD
BETTY PAYS HER DEBTS
ISABELLA OF SPAIN
BETTY STATES HER CASE
THE DOOM OF JOHN CASTELL
FATHER HENRIQUES AND THE BAKER'S OVEN
THE FALCON STOOPS
HOW THE _MARGARET_ WON OUT TO SEA
ENVOI

are already well known here are to be recorded, so that when the time 

comes, and the active persecution of Jews and Maranos begins, they may 

be given up and brought to Spain for trial before the Inquisition. Also 

he is to arrange that no Jew or Marano may be allowed to take refuge in 

England. This is for your information, that you may warn any whom it 

concerns.'" 

 

"You think that d'Aguilar is this man?" asked Peter, while Castell 

folded up the letter and hid it in the pocket of his robe. 

 

"I do; indeed I have heard already that a fox was on the prowl, and that 

men should look to their hen-houses. Moreover, did you note how he 

crossed himself like a priest, and what he said about being among good 

Christians? Also, it is Lent and a fast-day, and by ill-fortune, 

although none of us ate of it, there was meat upon the table, for as you 

know," he added hurriedly, "I am not strict in such matters, who give 

little weight to forms and ceremonies. Well, he observed it, and touched 

fish only, although he drank enough of the sweet wine. Doubtless a 

report of that meat will go to Spain by the next courier." 

 

"And if it does, what matter? We are in England, and Englishmen will not 

suffer their Spanish laws and ways. Perhaps the senor d'Aguilar learned 

as much as that to-night outside the banqueting-hall. There is something 

to be feared from this brawl at home; but while we are safe in London, 

no more from Spain." 

 

"I am no coward, but I think there is much more to be feared, Peter. The 

arm of the Pope is long, and the arm of the crafty Ferdinand is longer, 

and both of them grope for the throats and moneybags of heretics." 

 

"Well, Sir, we are not heretics." 

 

"No, perhaps not heretics; but we are rich, and the father of one of us 

was a Jew, and there is something else in this house which even a true 

son of Holy Church might desire," and he looked at the door through 

which Margaret had passed to her chamber. 

 

Peter understood, for his long arms moved uneasily, and his grey eyes 

flashed. 

 

"I will go to bed," he said; "I wish to think." 

 

"Nay, lad," answered Castell, "fill your glass and stay awhile. I have 

words to say to you, and there is no time like the present. Who knows 

what may happen to-morrow?" 


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