From the battlements nothing further was observed.  The sun journeyed westward, and at last went down; but, to the eyes of all these eager sentinels, no living thing appeared in the neighbourhood of Tunstall House.  
When the night was at length fairly come, Throgmorton was led to a room overlooking an angle of the moat.  Thence he was lowered with every precaution; the ripple of his swimming was audible for a brief period; then a black figure was observed to land by the branches of a willow and crawl away among the grass.  For some half hour Sir Daniel and Hatch stood eagerly giving ear; but all remained quiet.  The messenger had got away in safety.
 
Sir Daniel’s brow grew clearer.  He turned to Hatch.
 
“Bennet,” he said, “this John Amend-All is no more than a man, ye see.  He sleepeth.  We will make a good end of him, go to!”
 
All the afternoon and evening, Dick had been ordered hither and thither, one command following another, till he was bewildered with the number and the hurry of commissions.  All that time he had seen no more of Sir Oliver, and nothing of Matcham; and yet both the priest and the young lad ran continually in his mind.  It was now his chief purpose to escape from Tunstall Moat House as speedily as might be; and yet, before he went, he desired a word with both of these.
 
At length, with a lamp in one hand, he mounted to his new apartment.  It was large, low, and somewhat dark.  The window looked upon the moat, and although it was so high up, it was heavily barred.  The bed was luxurious, with one pillow of down and one of lavender, and a red coverlet worked in a pattern of roses.  All about the walls were cupboards, locked and padlocked, and concealed from view by hangings of dark-coloured arras.  Dick made the round, lifting the arras, sounding the panels, seeking vainly to open the cupboards.  He assured himself that the door was strong and the bolt solid; then he set down his lamp upon a bracket, and once more looked all around.
 
For what reason had he been given this chamber?  It was larger and finer than his own.  Could it conceal a snare?  Was there a secret entrance?  Was it, indeed, haunted?  His blood ran a little chilly in his veins.
 
Immediately over him the heavy foot of a sentry trod the leads.  Below him, he knew, was the arched roof of the chapel; and next to the chapel was the hall.  Certainly there was a secret passage in the hall; the eye that had watched him from the arras gave him proof of that.  Was it not more than probable that the passage extended to the chapel, and, if so, that it had an opening in his room?
 
To sleep in such a place, he felt, would be foolhardy.  He made his weapons ready, and took his position in a corner of the room behind the door.  If ill was intended, he would sell his life dear.
 
The sound of many feet, the challenge, and the password, sounded overhead along the battlements; the watch was being changed.
 
And just then there came a scratching at the door of the chamber; it grew a little louder; then a whisper:
 
“Dick, Dick, it is I!”
 
Dick ran to the door, drew the bolt, and admitted Matcham.  He was very pale, and carried a lamp in one hand and a drawn dagger in the other.
 
“Shut me the door,” he whispered.  “Swift, Dick!  This house is full of spies; I hear their feet follow me in the corridors; I hear them breathe behind the arras.”
 
“Well, content you,” returned Dick, “it is closed.  We are safe for this while, if there be safety anywhere within these walls.  But my heart is glad to see you.  By the mass, lad, I thought ye were sped!  Where hid ye?”
 
“It matters not,” returned Matcham.  “Since we be met, it matters not.  But, Dick, are your eyes open?  Have they told you of to-morrow’s doings?”
 
“Not they,” replied Dick.  “What make they to-morrow?”
 
“To-morrow, or to-night, I know not,” said the other, “but one time or other, Dick, they do intend upon your life.  I had the proof of it; I have heard them whisper; nay, they as good as told me.”
 
“Ay,” returned Dick, “is it so?  I had thought as much.”
 
And he told him the day’s occurrences at length.
 
When it was done, Matcham arose and began, in turn, to examine the apartment.
 
“No,” he said, “there is no entrance visible.  Yet ’tis a pure certainty there is one.  Dick, I will stay by you.  An y’ are to die, I will die with you.  And I can help—look!  I have stolen a dagger—I will do my best!  And meanwhile, an ye know of any issue, any sally-port we could get opened, or any window that we might descend by, I will most joyfully face any jeopardy to flee with you.”
 
“Jack,” said Dick, “by the mass, Jack, y’ are the best soul, and the truest, and the bravest in all England!  Give me your hand, Jack.”
 
And he grasped the other’s hand in silence.
 
“I will tell you,” he resumed.  “There is a window, out of which the messenger descended; the rope should still be in the chamber.  ’Tis a hope.”
 
“Hist!” said Matcham.
 
Both gave ear.  There was a sound below the floor; then it paused, and then began again.
 
“Some one walketh in the room below,” whispered Matcham.
 
“Nay,” returned Dick, “there is no room below; we are above the chapel.  It is my murderer in the secret passage.  Well, let him come; it shall go hard with him;” and he ground his teeth.
 
“Blow me the lights out,” said the other.  “Perchance he will betray himself.”
 
They blew out both the lamps and lay still as death.  The footfalls underneath were very soft, but they were clearly audible.  Several times they came and went; and then there was a loud jar of a key turning in a lock, followed by a considerable silence.
 
Presently the steps began again, and then, all of a sudden, a chink of light appeared in the planking of the room in a far corner.  It widened; a trap-door was being opened, letting in a gush of light.  They could see the strong hand pushing it up; and Dick raised his cross-bow, waiting for the head to follow.
 
But now there came an interruption.  From a distant corner of the Moat House shouts began to be heard, and first one voice............