'Behold the martyr!' Gomer brayed. 'Who gave his life for the cause, and is fondly remembered by all the Quality! Now there is a tactic for you. I am sorry Wilkins is sick. I would not put him in harm's way on any account, for he was a friend to us. But it is not in my power to keep Death from his door. And when Death does come, ‘twill make of him a Martyr – not so romantick as D'Artagnan perhaps – but of more effect in a better cause. Beg your pardon, Brother Daniel.' Gomer stalked away, tearing open the wrapper on a sheaf of libels.