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Roxhythe clattered through the streets of Delft until he came to a likely inn. There he drew rein, and there he lunched. In spite of his air of leisure he was well on his way again within the hour. By three in the afternoon he was at the Hague.
The Three Fishers was an insignificant little inn on the outskirts of the town, not frequented by the quality, so Roxhythe's lack of baggage excited no suspicion. A slight sensation was caused by my lord's request for a private parlour, but when he explained that he was to have a friend to dine with him whom he had not seen for years, it died down. The landlord was impressed when he learnt that the friend was of the Prince's household and he readily undertook to have Christopher's note delivered to Mr. Dart.