“Doubtless my lord, having crossed swords twice with me, will do me the great honor to grant that privilege the third time, and will kindly tell me where my friend can wait upon a friend of his grace.”

“There is no need for us to meet over that little affair.  You had the best of it, and if I am satisfied you should be.  I was really in the wrong, but I did not know the princess had invited you to her ball.”

“Your lordship is pleased to evade,” returned Brandon.  “It is not the ball-room matter that I have to complain of; as you have rightly said, if you are satisfied, I certainly should be; but it is that your lordship, in the name of the king, instructed the keeper of Newgate prison to confine me in an underground cell, and prohibited communication with any of my friends.  You so arranged it that my trial should be secret, both as to the day thereof and the event, in order that it should not be known to those who might be interested in my release.  You promised the Lady Mary that you would procure my liberty, and thereby prevented her going to the king for that purpose, and afterwards told her that it had all been done, as promised, and that I had escaped to New Spain.  It is because of this, my Lord Buckingham, that I now denounce you as a liar, a coward and a perjured knight, and demand of you such satisfaction as one man can give to another for mortal injury.  If you refuse, I will kill you as I would a cut-throat the next time I meet you.”

“I care nothing for your rant, fellow, but out of consideration for the feelings which your fancied injuries have put into your heart, I tell you that I did what I could to liberate you, and received from the keeper a promise that you should be allowed to escape.  After that a certain letter addressed to you was discovered and fell into the hands of the king—­a matter in which I had no part.  As to your confinement and non-communication with your friends, that was at his majesty’s command after he had seen the letter, as he will most certainly confirm to you.  I say this for my own sake, not that I care what you may say or think.”

This offer of confirmation by the king made it all sound like the truth, so much will even a little truth leaven a great lie; and part of Brandon’s sails came down against the mast.  The whole statement surprised him, and, most of all, the intercepted letter.  What letter could it have been?  It was puzzling, and yet he dared not ask.

As the duke was about to walk away, Brandon stopped him:  “One moment, your grace; I am willing to admit what you have said, for I am not now prepared to contradict it; but there is yet another matter we have to settle.  You attacked me on horseback, and tried to murder me in order to abduct two ladies that night over in Billingsgate.  That you cannot deny.  I watched you follow the ladies from Bridewell to Grouche’s, and saw your face when your mask fell off during the melee as plainly as I see it now.  If other proof is wanting, there is that sprained knee upon which your horse fell, causing you to limp even yet.  I am sure now that my lord will meet me like a man; or would he prefer that I should go to the king and tell him and the world the whole shameful story?  I have concealed it heretofore, thinking it my personal right and privilege to settle with you.”