could terrorize the high seas all that time was going to let himself swing for a vulgar murder in a Rye tavern."
"But it is a noticeable thing," put in the cleric, "that all great criminals have made one stupid blunder that has caused their downfall."
"Which generally means," went on the captain, "that up to that moment it was luck and not genius that kept them safe. But we know that Clegg was a genius. I've had it first hand from high Admiralty men; from men who have lived in the colonies and traded in Clegg's seas. The more I hear about that rascally pirate the more it makes me wonder; and some day I mean to give the time to clearing up the mystery."
"What mystery?" said the cleric.
"The mystery of how Clegg could persuade another man to commit wilful murder in order to take his name upon the scaffold," said the captain. "It takes some powers of persuasion to accomplish that, you'll agree."
"What on earth do you mean? " said the cleric.
"Simply this," ejaculated the captain, beating the table with his fist, "that Clegg was never hanged at Rye."
There was a pause, and the gentlemen looked at him with grave faces. Presently the squire laughed. "Upon my soul, Captain," he said, "you run our friend Sennacherib here uncommon close with staggering statements. I wonder which of you will tell us first that Queen Anne is not dead."
