"
The door of the hall was suddenly flung open at the far end of the corridor, and Albemarle's booming voice, impatiently raised, reached them where they stood.
"In any case," added Trenchard, "it seems there is no help for it now."
Mr. Wilding shrugged his shoulders, but otherwise dissembled his vexation. Up the passage floated the constable's voice calling them.
Side by side they moved down, and side by side they stepped once more into the presence of Christopher Monk and his associates.
"Sirs, you have not been in haste," was the Duke's ill-humoured greeting.
"We have tarried a little that we might make an end the sooner," answered Trenchard dryly, and this was the first indication he gave Mr. Wilding of how naturally - like the inimitable actor that he was - he had slipped into his new role.
Albemarle waved the frivolous rejoinder aside. "Come, Mr. Wilding," said he, "let us hear what you may have to say. You are not, I take it, about to urge any reasons why these rogues should not be committed?"
"Indeed, Your Grace," said Wilding, "that is what I am about to urge.
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