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to them her mistress’s orders. The cathedral had been very full for the service, and the worshippers took a long time filing out; they lingered about in the aisles, exchanging bits of city gossip and wishing one another a happy New Year.

The verger had much ado to drive the goodly people out of the edifice, no sooner had he persuaded one group of chatterers to continue their conversation on the Grootemarkt outside, than another batch seemed to loom out of the shadows, equally determined to conclude its gossip here in the warmth, before sallying forth once more into the foggy midnight air.

“I must close the cathedral for the night,” the worthy man repeated piteously, “do you think that I don’t want to get home and eat my watch-night supper at a reasonable hour. Move on there, my masters, move out please! My orders are to have the church closed before one o’clock.”

He came on a group of men who sat together in the shadow of a heavy pillar close behind the pulpit.

“Now then, mynheers,” he said, “ ’tis closing time.”

But those that were there made no sign to obey.

“All right, Perk,” said one of them in a whisper, “we are not going just yet.”

“Aye, but ye are,” retorted the verger gruffly, for he was cross now and wanting his supper, “what should I allow ye to stay for?”

“For the memory of Jan!” was the whispered response.

The verger’s manner changed in an instant, the few words evidently bore some portentous meaning of which he held the key⁠—and I doubt not but that the key was made of silver.

“All right, mynheers,” he said softly, “the church will be clear in a few minutes now.”

“Go round, Perk,” said he who had first spoken, “and let us know when all is safe.”

The verger touched his forelock and silently departed. Those that were there in the shadow by the great pillar remained in silence awaiting his return. The congregation was really dispersing now, the patter of leather shoes on the flagstones of the floor became gradually more faint; then it died out altogether. That portion of the Groote Kerk where is situated the magnificent carved pulpit was already quite dark and wholly deserted save for that group of silent, waiting figures that looked like shadows within the shadows.

Anon the verger returned. He had only been absent a few minutes.

“Quite safe now, mynheers,” he said, “the last of them has just gone through the main door. I have locked all the doors save the West. If you want anything you will find me there. I can leave this one light for you, the others I must put out.”

“Put them out, Perk, by all means,” was the ready response. “We can find our way about in the dark.”

The verger left them undisturbed; his shuffling steps were heard gliding along the flagstones until their murmur died away in the vastness of the sacred edifice.

The group of men who sat behind the pulpit against the heavy pillar, now drew their rush chairs closer to one another.

There were six of them altogether, and the light from the lamp above illumined their faces, which were stern looking, dark and of set determination. All six of them were young; only one amongst them might have been more than thirty years of age; that a great purpose brought them here tonight was obvious from their attitude, the low murmur of their voices, that air of mystery which hung round them, fostered by the dark cloaks which they held closely wrapped round their shoulders and the shadows from the pillar which they sought.

One of them appeared to be the centre of their interest, a man, lean and pallid-looking, with hollow purple-rimmed eyes, that spoke of night vigils or mayhap of unavowed, consuming thoughts. The mouth was hard and thin, and a febrile excitement caused his lips to quiver and his hand to shake.

The others hung upon his words.

“Tell us some of your adventures, Stoutenburg!” said one of them eagerly.

Stoutenburg laughed harshly and mirthlessly.

“They would take years in telling,” he said, “mayhap one day I’ll write them down. They would fill many a volume.”

“Enough that you did contrive to escape,” said another man, “and that you are back here amongst us once more.”

“Yes! in order to avenge wrongs that are as countless by now as the grains of sand on the seashore,” rejoined Stoutenburg earnestly.

“You know that you are not safe inside Holland,” suggested he who had first spoken.

“Aye, my good Beresteyn, I know that well enough,” said Stoutenburg with a long and bitter sigh. “Your own father would send me to the gallows if he had the chance, and you with me mayhap, for consorting with me.”

“My father owes his position, his wealth, the prosperity of his enterprise to the Stadtholder,” said Beresteyn, speaking with as much bitterness as his friend. “He looked upon the last conspiracy against the life of the Prince of Orange as a crime blacker than the blackest sin that ever deserved hell.⁠ ⁠… If he thought that I⁠ ⁠… at the present moment⁠ ⁠…”

“Yes I know. But he has not the power to make you false to me, has he, Nicolaes?” asked Stoutenburg anxiously. “You are still at one with us?”

“With you to the death!” replied Beresteyn fervently, “so are we all.”

“Aye! that we are,” said the four others with one accord, whilst one of them added dryly:

“And determined not to fail like the last time by trusting those paid hirelings, who will take your money and betray you for more.”

“Last February we were beset with bunglers and self-seekers,” said Stoutenburg, “my own brother Groeneveld was halfhearted in everything save the desire to make money. Slatius was a vindictive boor, van Dyk was a busybody and Korenwinder a bloated fool. Well! they have paid their penalty. Heaven have their souls! But for God’s sake let us do the work ourselves this time.”

“They say that the Stadtholder is sick unto death,” said one of the men sombrely. “Disease

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