The assault was made on two doors at once, at front and back.  They had another man or two, I have no doubt, in the stable-yard; and more beneath the windows everywhere, so that I could not escape any way.  There came on a sudden loud hammerings and voices shouting altogether; but I could not tell what it was that they cried; but I suppose it must have been, “Open in the King’s name!”

Then the house awakened, all, that is, that were asleep; and the rest feigned to do so.  I heard steps run down the stairs, and voices everywhere; as the maids over the kitchen awakened and screamed as maids will, and the men awakened and ran down from the garret.  Then, overhead, across the lobby I heard my Cousin Tom’s footsteps, and I nearly laughed to myself at the thought of the part that he must play, and of how ill he would play it.  And all the while the beating on the doors went on; and I heard voices through the lath and plaster from the back-hall; and then the sound of unbolting, and the knocking ceased on that side, though it still went on upon the, other.

My hiding-hole, as I have said, was in the very centre of the house; one side faced upon the back-hall; and the opposite down the front passage; and, of the other two, one upon the stairs and one upon the kitchen passage, and these two had the doors in them.  Above me was the lobby; and beneath me, first the little way into the back-hall, and beneath that the cellars.  It was strange how prominent the place was, and yet how well concealed.  One might live ten years in the house without suspecting its presence.

Presently the whole house was full of talking; and the front door was opened; and I heard a gentleman’s voice speaking.  He was Mr. Harris, I learned afterwards, a Justice of the Peace from Puckeridge, whom Dangerfield had brought with him.

Much of what was said I could not hear; but I heard enough to understand why I was being looked for, and what would be the charges against me.  Now the voices came muffled; and now clear; so that I would hear half a sentence and no more, as the speaker moved on.

“I tell you he left for Rome to-night,” I heard my Cousin Tom say (which was an adroit lie indeed, as no one could tell whether I had or no), “and he hath taken his man with him.”

“That is very well—­” began the gentleman’s voice; and then no more.

Presently I heard one of the men of the house, named Dick—­a good friend of mine, ask what they were after me for; and some fellow, as he went by, answered: 

“—­Consorting with the Jesuits, and conspiring—­” and no more.

So, then, I lay and listened.  Much that I heard had no relevance at all, for it was the protesting of maids and such-like.  The footsteps went continually up and down; sometimes voices rose in anger; sometimes it was only a whisper that went by.  I heard presses open and shut; and once or twice the noise of hammering overhead; and then silence again; but no silence was for long.