but none concluded.  Robert Spavin, so soon as dinner was done, took me by the hand, and carried me to the south window:  saith he, ’These are all mistaken, they have not named the man that did the fact:  it was Lieutenant-Colonel JOICE; I was in the room when he fitted himself for the work, stood behind him when he did it; when done, went in again with him:  there is no man knows this but my master, viz.  Cromwell, Commissary Ireton, and myself.’  ’Doth not Mr. Rushworth know it?’ said I.  ‘No, he doth not know it,’ saith Spavin.  The same thing Spavin since had often related unto me when we were alone.  Mr. Prinn did, with much civility, make a report hereof in the House; yet Norfolk the Serjeant, after my discharge, kept me two days longer in arrest, purposely to get money of me.  He had six pounds, and his Messenger forty shillings; and yet I was attached but upon Sunday, examined on Tuesday, and then discharged, though the covetous Serjeant detained me until Thursday.  By means of a friend, I cried quittance with Norfolk, which friend was to pay him his salary at that time, and abated Norfolk three pounds, which we spent every penny at one dinner, without inviting the wretched Serjeant:  but in the latter end of the year, when the King’s Judges were arraigned at the Old-Bailey, Norfolk warned me to attend, believing I could give information concerning Hugh Peters.  At the sessions I attended during its continuance, but was never called or examined.  There I heard Harrison, Scott, Clement, Peters, Hacker, Scroop, and others of the King’s Judges, and Cook the Sollicitor, who excellently defended himself; I say, I did hear what they could say for themselves, and after heard the sentence of condemnation pronounced against them by the incomparably modest and learned Judge Bridgman, now Lord Keeper of the Great Seal of England.

One would think my troubles for that year had been ended; but in January 1662, one Everard, a Justice of Peace in Westminster, ere I was stirring, sent a Serjeant and thirty four musqueteers for me to White-Hall:  he had twice that night seized about sixty persons, supposed fanaticks, very despicable persons, many whereof were aged, some were water-bearers, and had been Parliament-soldiers; others, of ordinary callings:  all these were guarded unto White-Hall, into a large room, until day-light, and then committed to the Gate-House; I was had into the guard-room, which I thought to be hell; some therein were sleeping, others swearing, others smoaking tobacco.  In the chimney of the room I believe there was two bushels of broken tobacco-pipes, almost half one load of ashes.  Everard, about nine in the morning, comes, writes my mittimus for the Gate-House, then shews it me:  I must be contented.  I desired no other courtesy, but that I might be privately carried unto the Gate-House by two soldiers; that was denied.  Among the miserable crew of people, with a whole company of soldiers, I marched to prison, and there for three hours was in the open air upon