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"
How
's
that
!
follow
you
?
"
cried
the
Doctor
.
"
Yes
,
sir
,
for
in
the
name
of
the
States
I
arrest
you
.
"
Arrests
were
not
as
yet
made
in
the
name
of
William
of
Orange
;
he
had
not
been
Stadtholder
long
enough
for
that
.
"
Arrest
me
!
"
cried
Cornelius
;
"
but
what
have
I
done
?
"
"
That
's
no
affair
of
mine
,
Doctor
;
you
will
explain
all
that
before
your
judges
.
"
"
Where
?
"
"
At
the
Hague
.
"
Cornelius
,
in
mute
stupefaction
,
embraced
his
old
nurse
,
who
was
in
a
swoon
;
shook
hands
with
his
servants
,
who
were
bathed
in
tears
,
and
followed
the
magistrate
,
who
put
him
in
a
coach
as
a
prisoner
of
state
and
had
him
driven
at
full
gallop
to
the
Hague
.
The
incident
just
related
was
,
as
the
reader
has
guessed
before
this
,
the
diabolical
work
of
Mynheer
Isaac
Boxtel
.
It
will
be
remembered
that
,
with
the
help
of
his
telescope
,
not
even
the
least
detail
of
the
private
meeting
between
Cornelius
de
Witt
and
Van
Baerle
had
escaped
him
.
He
had
,
indeed
,
heard
nothing
,
but
he
had
seen
everything
,
and
had
rightly
concluded
that
the
papers
intrusted
by
the
Warden
to
the
Doctor
must
have
been
of
great
importance
,
as
he
saw
Van
Baerle
so
carefully
secreting
the
parcel
in
the
drawer
where
he
used
to
keep
his
most
precious
bulbs
.
