The scariest thing in the world is not that the problem is discovered, but that no one tells you when it is discovered.

This is the situation Mary is currently in, and her correspondence with Gilbert Gifford is soon discovered, exactly in what I am talking about – the casks of beer that are transported from the brewery to Chatters Hall every day!

The French priest made a manipulation of the corks of the beer kegs, hid the letters, put under the noses of the guards and intelligence officers, carried them into the gate, waited for Mary to write a reply, and then shipped them out in the same way.

After finding the letter, Thomas Phillips and Ulsingham were simply ecstatic! This feeling of loss and recovery reminded them of me for the first time, and I was not ambiguous, and came to their workstation for the first time.

The letters were written in lemon juice on an old, mottled piece of paper, which was generally difficult to find, but was difficult to find by Thomas Phillips, who specialized in intelligence.

He quickly found the paper, and with a not-so-sharp paper cutter, he cut out several sheets that were almost as large as the originals.

This paper is disposable, and it will be discarded after the fire, and Thomas Phillips is worried that there are other anti-counterfeiting methods on it, so he and his technicians almost went back and forth dozens of times before officially starting the fire-roasting process!

"Smell," Mo began. Thomas Phillips nodded, and there was a floral scent on it, the smell of Mary's hands and body. This court spice is not common, but again, it is not too difficult for professional people to find.

The new build is still written in cipher, but this cipher has basically been cracked by Thomas Phillips!

Cracking work is generally slow and then fast, and there is often no progress for a long time before finding a clue. But they soon found a breakthrough in the five vowel letters "a, e, i, o, u".

After all, no matter how the password is changed, the spelling of English words will not change. They started with simple words and quickly cracked the most commonly used conjunctions and prepositions such as "and", "but", "so", and "than".

Then they slowly nibbled away at the other dozen or twenty letters, and finally cracked the code.

A few lines of text slowly emerged on the fire-roasted paper, which, according to Thomas Phillips, was an advanced version of the password and required a little processing time.

Thomas Phillips babbled on the side of his work that the intelligence expert on the other side was called Morgan, and he was the same brother as himself, and his technical means were good.

This time, his brother added some small tricks to the original version of the code—for example, they mixed some special symbols into the words, which increased the difficulty and cycle of decipherment.

However, the rubbing has been imitated, and I took the original for comparison, and the imitation font has the top font experts, which can be called seamless. Thomas Phillips' team of imitations is so professional that even the wrinkles on the paper are perfectly restored.

The rubben was stuffed into a keg stopper and sent out, just as it had been brought in. Of course, strictly speaking, it's what it looks like when it comes in.

Eventually, the text was deciphered: the Queen's navy and army would be sent to Africa on a large scale in the near future, and the opportunity to kill her was seized!

There is no title, no payment, but everyone present knows that this is Mary's heart! Every word is heart-wrenching!

It seems that Moske, as an inner ghost, is very dedicated, and this troop adjustment is a secret that has only been made for a short time, and it has actually been known by Mary and revealed it in her own way!

Not to be underestimated. I secretly said in my heart, although this transfer is also a pretense - a pretext to lure the snake out of the hole, but the other party's reaction speed is really not weak, and we need to be more cautious.

This information was quickly put to good use, and word soon came from Elizabeth I - go ahead with the original plan, gather as much evidence as possible of Mary's rebellion, and take it down in one fell swoop!

Waiting was a tiring thing, and I sat there and watched Ulsingham slowly hand-draw a gallows in the margins of Mary's words! I knew that he had already sentenced Mary to death in his heart, but the time for execution had not yet come.

In the early hours of the next morning, the wagon delivering beer arrived again as scheduled, and as he entered, Jim, an employee of the beer company, was told to fill out the new rules of entry and exit in the hall.

Jim muttered, "I've forgotten to send beer here for twenty years, why did I start filling out my badge today?" Hi! Peng Ke, isn't my face still considered an entry and exit certificate? ”

Penke was the old warden of Chatterley Hall, who had been on duty here for more than twenty years, and was an old friend of Jim.

When he heard Jim say this, he couldn't help but shake his head and said, "Hey! Old friend, you don't write back anyway, just come in and press a handprint! Come on, come on! I have a beef burger made by Grimy, would you like to try it? ”

Jim, who weighed about 300 pounds, was very enthusiastic about "eating", and without saying a word, he got out of the carriage and went into the house to eat.

He ate deliciously, and of course it should, and it was arguably arguably the most expensive breakfast in the whole of the UK! Because this breakfast determines the life and death, rise and fall, honor and disgrace of countless people......

Ten minutes later, Jim happily rubbed his hands on his clothes and said goodbye to Penke in the room with a smile. Walking to the carriage, he sat on the carriage with difficulty, and said softly "your-drive", and the old horse pulling the carriage immediately walked slowly.

He was asking Mary when the transfer would begin! He also said that ten people and a hundred followers would join him in rescuing Mary. Thomas Phillips excitedly held the rubbing, and said with some nervousness.

"There are other people who assassinate Queen Elizabeth, and they will do it at the same time." Ulsingham looked a little worried: "Your Excellency, what do you think we should do?" Take Gilbert Gifford now? ”

After thinking for a moment, he added, "Of course, there is also the Morgan who is in charge of passwords. ”

I shook my right index finger and smiled, "No, no, no! We have an old saying in the East, put a long line and catch a big fish. Now that this fishing line has just been released, you are in a hurry to close the net? You're not a good fisherman! ”

Ulsingham frowned, "What do you mean...... Are we involved in their communications? ”

I nodded, "That's exactly what I mean." I don't need to teach you how to do it! ”

Ulsingham and Thomas Phillips looked at each other and nodded silently.

Mary's reply was written around the time of afternoon tea and encapsulated back into the cork of the beer keg. It's not hard to get it, and the meaning is clear when deciphered.

To the effect that the transfer was carried out in secret, and that there would probably be a move in the next ten days, and that it would require an outside watch at the docks of the Port of London, which she did not know.

Ulsingham had by this time enlightened himself by instructing Thomas Phillips to reforge a copy of Mary's letters, which merely added a question to her original statement:

"Who are the people who came to the rescue? Who should I trust then? ”

It's a question that can change everything, and Thomas Phillips stuffs the creed that he has checked a dozen times back into the beer barrel cork, watching it go away as if he were bidding farewell to his lover.

That evening, Ulsingham got the news that Gilbert Gifford had made a new development, and the man's position had been basically locked!

He lives in a woodhouse in west London, and of course he has a base in Stafford, but he only returns once a few days. Ulsingham guessed that it was going back to the top joint, and I agreed with him.

The next morning, Jim from the brewery delivered what we wanted on time - the rescuer named Anthony Ballard, Lord of England, a staunch Catholic, a fanatical inverted queen, a figure who had been completely marginalized by this time.

Ulsingham waved his hand, and someone took the order, but instead of arresting this guy, he did as I said, putting a long line and catching a big fish, and added the name of Anthony Ballard to the already long tracking list.

Gilbert Gifford also said that they had sent more people to keep an eye on the port of London, and that as soon as there was any movement here, their action would be launched immediately!

At this time, the two Ulsinghams had a lot of respect for me, and after reading the reassuring reply of Mary, he explained that Thomas Phillips had added some questions, which seemed to be side-by-side, but they were able to wear a chain of information, which was very beneficial to our work!

Over the next few days, such supernatural letters were exchanged between Chatterley Hall and West London Manor via a beer keg.

Mary and Gilbert Gifford, as well as the Catholic forces behind them, thought that spring was coming for Mary and their camp, but on the contrary, the noose around their necks was gradually tightening and tightening!

However, things always have accidents of one kind or another, and on the fifth day, three days before we were ready to carry out the virtual transfer of troops, suddenly a situation happened that made people laugh and cry!

Gilbert Gifford is arrested!

Not because his correspondence with Mary had been discovered by someone else, or even more so by Ulsingham's orders, but because the local sheriff had discovered that someone had bought a freshly killed fish on Friday morning—according to the local custom of eating fresh fish, so it must have been eaten today.

But according to the Queen's decree - no fish on Fridays, this is a political statement by the new *Christians*, but now there are people who dare to commit crimes against the wind?

Uncle can bear it, aunt can't bear it! The responsible sheriff immediately began to make secret visits, and in one fell swoop seized Father Gilbert Gifford, a priest of God's *Catholic Church, hidden in a forest house in west London, in a compartment under the stairs between the first and second floors!

When this man was pressed in front of Ulsingham and me, we couldn't help but smile bitterly. The greatest value of this person is that he can provide real-time information, and it is not very meaningful after being caught.

Just like a live fish can stay fresh, once it is hooked, it is bound to not be able to keep it fresh for a long time.

But the man has already been caught, and we must make a decision at this time. Because the other party's chain is very complete, after this button falls off, I am afraid that it will affect the whole body!

However, things didn't go in the direction we wanted - even though I ordered the immediate arrest of Anthony Ballard and Morgan as soon as I received the information, the reality was still a step slower!

They've lost their sight!

Several of the big guys who followed the top of the rankings, including the two of them, immediately moved after discovering that something was wrong, and Ulsingham's men caught nothing more than some inconsequential little miscellaneous fish!

As a last resort, Ulsingham secretly consulted Elizabeth I to impose an overt and covert blockade of the whole of London, arresting those who escaped.

But that wasn't our purpose, and I knew very well that the time had come for the noose around Mary's neck to be completely tightened......