As might be expected, the whereabouts of the place for concealment of Lady Elizabeth and her daughter leaked out and reached the ears of Sir Edward Coke, who immediately applied to the Privy Council for a warrant to search for his daughter.  Bacon opposed it.  Indeed, it is said that Bacon had not only been all the time aware of the place of the girl’s retreat, but had also joined actively in the plot to convey her to it.  Because it was difficult to obtain a search-warrant from the Privy Council, Coke got an order to the same effect from Winwood, the Secretary of State;[15] and, although this order was of doubtful regularity, Coke determined to act upon it.

In July, 1617, Coke mustered a band of armed men, made up of his sons (Bridget’s sons), his servants and his dependents.  He put on a breastplate, and, with a sword at his side and pistols in the holsters of his saddle, he placed himself at the head of his little army, and gallantly led it to Oatlands to wage war upon his wife.

On arriving at the house which he went to besiege, he found no symptoms of any garrison for its defence.  All was quiet, as if the place were uninhabited, the only sign that an attack was expected being that the gate leading to the house was strongly bolted and barred.  To force the gate open, if a work requiring hard labour, was one of time, rather than of difficulty:  and, when it had been accomplished, the general courageously led his troops from the outer defences to the very walls of the enemy’s—­that is to say of his wife’s—­castle.

The door of the house was found to be a very different thing from the gate.  The besiegers knocked, and pounded, and thumped, and pushed, and battered:  but that door withstood all their efforts.  Again and again Coke, with a loud voice, demanded his child, in the King’s name.  “Remember,” roared he to those within, “if we should kill any of your people, it would be justifiable homicide; but, if any of you should kill one of us, it would be MURDER!"[16]

To this opinion of the highest legal authority, given gratis, silence gave consent; for no reply was returned from the fortress, in which the stillness must have made the attackers afraid that the foes had fled.  And then the bang, bang, banging on the door began afresh.

One of Coke’s lieutenants suddenly bethought him of a flank attack, and, after sneaking round the house, this warrior adopted the burglar’s manoeuvre of forcing open a window, on the ground floor.  One by one the valiant members of Coke’s little army climbed into the house by this means, and the august person of the ex-Lord Chief Justice himself was squeezed through the aperture.  Nobody appeared to oppose their search; but preparations to prevent it had evidently been made with great care; for Chamberlain wrote that they had to “brake open divers doors.”