"So, fellow!" again began De Hagenbach, "we are now more private. Wilt thou deal more on the level with me, and tell me what this packet is, and whence it comes?" "Could all your garrison be crowded into this room, I can only answer as before.--The contents I do not precisely know--the person by whom it was sent I am determined not to name." "Perhaps your son," said the Governor, "may be more compliant." "He cannot tell you that of which he is himself ignorant," answered the merchant. "Perchance the rack may make you both find your tongues;--and we will try it on the young fellow first, Kilian, since thou knowest we have seen men shrink from beholding the wrenched joints of their children, that would have committed their own old sinews to the stretching with much endurance." "You may make the trial," said Arthur, "and Heaven will give me strength to endure"---- "And me courage to behold," added his father. All this while the Governor was turning and re-turning the little packet in his hand, curiously inspecting every fold, and regretting, doubtless, in secret, that a few patches of wax, placed under an envelope of crimson satin, and ligatures of twisted silk cord, should prevent his eager eyes from ascertaining the nature of the treasure which he doubted not it concealed. At length he again called in the soldiers, and delivered up the two prisoners to their charge, commanding that they should be kept safely, and in separate holds, and that the father, in particular, should be most carefully looked after. "I take you all here to witness," exclaimed the elder Philipson, despising the menacing signs of De Hagenbach, "that the Governor detains from me a packet, addressed to his most gracious lord and master, the Duke of Burgundy." De Hagenbach actually foamed at the mouth with passion. "And should I _not_ detain it?" he exclaimed, in a voice inarticulate with rage. "May there not be some foul practice against the life of our most gracious sovereign, by poison or otherwise, in this suspicious packet, brought by a most suspicious bearer? Have we never heard of poisons which do their work by the smell? And shall we, who keep the gate, as I may say, of his Grace of Burgundy's dominions, give access to what may rob Europe of its pride of chivalry, Burgundy of its prince, and Flanders of her father?--No! Away with these miscreants, soldiers--down to the lowest dungeons with them--keep them separate, and watch them carefully. This treasonable practice has been meditated with the connivance of Berne and Soleure."