Chapter 13Will and I met Sir Thomas Knyvet at the entrance to the undercroft of Parliament House just after midnight. Sir Thomas, a man in his middle years and with a sombre expression on his whiskered face, had two men of the King’s Guard, with him. He spoke to me in a hushed voice. “You know these men by sight?”
“I know some of them, sir. There are others whose names and faces I know not, but I believe only Guy Fawkes will be here, though he calls himself John Johnson.”
“Do you know which vault they rented?”
“I have not seen it,” I owned.
“Show the way and alert me when you see the man.”
I led them down the stone steps and through the dark, chilly undercroft. Few people were present at that time of night. We passed a man sorting through boxes, but when the guards moved in, I shook m
