T HE short winter day was nearly ended. The streets were deserted, save for a few random stragglers, and these hurried straight along, with the intent look of people who were only anxious to accomplish their errands as quickly as possible and then snugly house themselves from the rising wind and the gathering twilight. They looked neither to the right nor to the left; they paid no attention to our party, they did not even seem to see them. Edward the Sixth wondered if the spectacle of a king on his way to jail had ever encountered such marvelous indifference before. By and by the constable arrived at a deserted market-square and proceeded to cross it. When he had reached the middle of it, Hendon laid his hand upon his arm, and said in a low voice:
"Bide a moment, good sir, there is none in hearing, and I would say a word to thee."
"My duty forbids it, sir; prithee, hinder me not, the night comes on."
"Stay, nevertheless, for the matter concerns thee nearly. Turn thy back a moment and seem not to see; let this poor lad escape."
"This to me, sir! I arrest thee in--"