Smith!” Kate shouted and glared at Bancroft. ”I’ll wager everything I own that John Smith is behind this.”
Bancroft slumped on a chair with his head in his hands. “I’ve heard of the Protestant Association,” he said, “but I’ve never paid them much heed. Why would they search my house? I’m Church of England, for the love of God!”
“They’ve paid heed to us now.” Kate controlled her temper. “What documents did they find, Mister Jay?”
“I have no idea. We had something delivered a few days ago, rubbish that I threw away and these people found in the ash pit, and some sheets of paper under the bedroom carpet.”
“Which sheets of paper?” Kate asked. “What did you hide under the carpet, Mister Jay?”
“Nothing,” Bancroft said. “I’ve never hidden anything there. All I know was the writing was in Fre
