Richard went the colour of ashes. He faltered a moment, then took refuge in the truth, for all that he knew beforehand that the truth was bound to ring more false than any lie he could invent.
"That letter was not addressed to me," he stammered.
Albemarle read the subscription, "To my good friend W., at Bridgwater." He looked up, a heavy sneer thrusting his heavy lip still further out. "What do you say to that? Does not 'W' stand for Westmacott?"
"It does not."
"Of course not," said Albemarle with heavy sarcasm. "It stands for Wilkins, or Williams, or...or... What-not."
"Indeed, I can bear witness that it does not," exclaimed Sir Rowland.
"Be silent, sir, I tell you!" bawled the Duke at him again. "You shall bear witness soon enough, I promise you. To whom, then," he resumed, turning again to Richard, "do you say that this letter was addressed?"
"To Mr. Wilding--Mr. Anthony Wilding," Richard answered.
"I would have Your Grace to observe," put in Trench ard quietly, "that Mr. Wilding, properly speaking, does not reside in Bridgwater."
"Tush!" cried Albemarle; "the rogue but mentions the first name with a 'W' that occurs to him. He's not even an ingenious liar. And how, sir," he asked Richard, "does it come to be in your possession, having been addressed, as you say, to Mr. Wilding?"
"Aye, sir," said Sir Edward, blinking his weak eyes. "Tell us that."
Richard hesitated again, and looked at Blake. Blake, who by now had come to realize that his friend's affairs were not mended by his interruptions, moodily shrugged his shoulders, scowling.
"Come, sir," said Colonel Luttrell, engagingly, "answer the question."
"Aye," roared Albemarle; "let your invention have free rein."
Again poor Richard sought refuge in the truth. "We--Sir Rowland here and I--had reason to suspect that he was awaiting such a letter."
"Tell us your reasons, sir, if we are to credit you," said the Duke, and it was plain he mocked the prisoner. It was, moreover, a request that staggered Richard. Still, he sought to find a reason that should sound plausible.
"We inferred it from certain remarks that Mr. Wilding let fall in our presence."
"Tell us the remarks, sir," the Duke insisted.
"Indeed, I do not call his precise words to mind, Your Grace. But they were such that we suspicioned him."
"And you would have me believe that hearing words which awoke in you such grave suspicions, you kept your suspicions and straightway forgot the words. You're but an indifferent liar."
Trenchard, who was standing by the long table, leaned forward now.
"It might be well, an it please Your Grace," said he, "to waive the point, and let us come to those matters which are of greater moment. Let him tell Your Grace how he came by the letter."