"I know no more than that she will not return. That was the bald message she sent, with a suggestion that someone else must be found to serve you. To-night, it is too late to search the town for a woman willing to undertake the duty, but to-morrow--" "I want no other maid," said Barbara. "There is some reason why the girl does not return to me, and you know that reason." "I can guess." "It is easy to understand," Barbara returned. "The streets of Dorchester are not safe for any honest woman to-day." "That may be so, madam, but I do not think it is the reason of Mistress Payne's desertion. I think fear has stepped in. At the best she did not seem to me a courageous person, at the worst she would be an easy coward. At any moment Judge Jeffreys may arrive in the town, and it would seem that he has less pity on those who help rebels than on the rebels themselves; I think that is why your maid does not return." Barbara did not answer. The coming of Judge Jeffreys must seal the fate of Gilbert Crosby. So important a prisoner would be quickly tried and speedily executed. Her mission had failed. "Yes, I believe that is the reason," Watson went on after a pause. His conscience awoke for a moment and pricked him sharply, but the breaking of this woman's spirit meant money in his pocket, and his manner of life had made him an easy victim to such a temptation. Had Barbara shown fear and pleaded with him, she might have prevailed and gained a friend; as she did not, the man found a certain brutal satisfaction in doing his best to destroy her courage by carrying out his master's instructions. "I have no doubt that is the reason," he repeated with some emphasis, "and I hardly care to blame her. It is a good thing to keep out of the way of Judge Jeffreys. Have you heard about Lady Alice Lisle and what they did to her lately at Winchester?" "I have heard of her," said Barbara. "She was no rebel, I take it," said Watson, "She only assisted a couple of fugitives, and for that paid the penalty." Barbara looked at him questioningly, and he entered into details, sparing her nothing of the history of this fiendish judicial murder, and contrived to let her see that her own case was not unlike Lady Lisle's. Barbara did not move, uttered no sound during the recital. When Watson had finished she looked at him. "It is a marvel to me that rebellion has been confined to the West," she said quietly. "Were I a strong man, I should be in revolt at such injustice." "You would be as others, afraid to speak." "There are some who are not afraid," she answered. "Aye, and will dangle from a gibbet for their pains. May a rough trooper give you a word of advice?" She bowed her head slowly. "If you have friends, make petition to them," said Watson. "Be humble, and endeavour to escape standing before Judge Jeffreys." "Can you tell me of what I shall be accused?" Barbara asked. "No, but means will be found to destroy you. I hear the gossip, and I draw my conclusions."