salt ditches on the other side, and the place
was very dreary, no habitation being near
save the lighthouse at a distance; and
to this Fuller got with much difficulty, the
night being extremely dark. Two old men
occupied the lighthouse, who must have been
astonished to find a stranger in that dismal
spot on such a night. They entertained him
with the best fare they had, and a dirty bed;
but Fuller was wet, and wearied, and could
almost have slept out upon the bleak marsh.
He told them, for his invention rarely failed
him, that he had been aboard an English ship
bound westward, but that, having received
letters from London in the Downs, he had
come ashore there; that the sea running very
high, they had found no calm place, save at
the point where the ship's boat had landed
him; and that he had relations near Tenterden.
The story was believed, and the following
morning early, Fuller got to the next
farm-house, and took horse, and rode away
through the Weald of Kent, and Tunbridge
to London.

This kind of business, grew more and
more dangerous. Invasions were expected.
Conspiracies were abroad, and traitors, if
discovered, found little mercy. Fuller's
connection with Saint Germains had become
known to King William's government, and
a warrant was out against him for high
treason; but though the authorities had
his name correctly, yet the description of
his person was not accurate, for they had
taken him by his name, to be a brother of
one Mr. Fuller that served the Queen
Dowager: who, instead of being an active
stripling, was a man well in years, lusty, and
tall. Notwithstanding the warrant, Fuller,
being young, and having a simple honest-
looking face, even obtained admission to
prisoners in the Tower, with whom he had
instructions to communicate; but he was
obliged to find new means of returning to
France, and so bought a suit of sea-clothes,
besmeared his hands and face with pitch, tar,
and dirt, and took passage aboard a fishing-
vessel. Fuller, however, made several more
journeys, with new frights and narrow escapes.
Once, he daringly took a lodging in
Westminster, near Mr. Rowland Tempest, the
late king's private secretary, who had then
lately come from Ireland, with treasonous
letters. "The messengers," says Fuller,
"were all the time searching for us. So we
kept close, and when we had occasion to
speak to each other in the night, without our
shoes we tramped over the houses, and
consulted how we should get off, behind a large
stack of chimneys." Subsequently, Fuller
went to Ireland, to Lord Powis at the
camp of King James; and came next by an
Irish smack to Bristol on further treasonable
business. Here his adventures had nearly
come to an end; for the authorities captured
him, and took him before a justice of the
peace, who ordered him to be searched; but
his papers were well concealed, made up in
the moulds of his buttons, and so covered
over with silk or silver, while some letters
were sown up in his boots within the linings
and Fuller made so plausible a story, that
the simple justice discharged him.

At length, however, Fuller's treasonable
tours were brought to an end. For the
twelfth time, according to his account, he set
out for England, with many letters concealed
in buttons, keys, and all manner of ways
that could be contrived. Having arrived in
England, and delivered some of his
commissions to some persons who met him by
appointment at the Half Moon Tavern in
Cheapside, Fuller was leaving the tavern,
about nine in the evening, when he met, upon
the threshold, his old guardian, Mr. Harfleet,
with his nephew, a Major Kitchell. These
gentlemen were zealous for the cause of
King William, and, recognising him by the
light of their footman's flambeau, they
compelled him to accompany them in a coach to
Lord Shrewsbury's house in Saint James's
Square, where he was threatened with
Newgate, irons, and the Tower. Fuller was not
proof against these threats, although his
papers defied the searchers. He was
confined for some weeks, during which he turned
Protestant, was taken to the king, and
betrayed his employers. That he was after
this time used by the government is admitted
by his enemies. He was commanded to keep
secret his arrest, to make some excuses for
his delay, and return to France, which he
did, bringing back other papers, which were
regularly copied by the government, and
then delivered: an act of treachery which
he repeated several times, until at length
his fear of returning to France was greater
than his old dread on English ground.
He resolved on one open act of treachery,
which must bring his journeys to an end.
Being employed on a mission from Saint
Germains, in concert with one Matthew
Crone, an Irish priest, he resolved to betray
his companion. Crone was seized, as he
supposed, with Fuller; but, being under examination
at Lord Shrewsbury's office, where he
denied all, Crone by chance, the office door
being open, observed Fuller pass with his
sword on and without any keepers: which so
struck him, says Fuller, that he was hardly
able to speak. Fuller became evidence against
him on the trial, and he was condemned to
death.

The business of a spy seems at that time to
have been an attractive one. The uncle and
Major Kitchell having betrayed Fuller,
immediately laid with him a scheme for the ruin
of Colonel Crayford, Governor of Sheerness.
Major Kitchell, says Fuller, living at Milton,
had, I suppose, a design to get Mr. Crayford's
place; and it is pretty evident, from Fuller's
own account, that this was the truth. The
plan was cunningly devised. A letter was
forged from Colonel Crayford to the queen