Bolingbroke noticed, too. "My lord Ravenscar has imbibed too much coffee again and come down with the spasms," he guessed. Then he turned his attention back to Newton. "Pray take your impregnable lock away, Sir Isaac." He turned around and gestured at a pair of fellows who were standing together in a corner, each nervously fingering an elaborate key. "The Warden of the Mint has joined us," Bolingbroke said, "and even the Lord Treasurer has deigned to send a representative bearing his key. We would view the contents of the Pyx."