Note 01 — Chapter XIII · CONTAINING THE EPILOGUE TO THE TRAGEDY.

The poor fellow’s complaint was interrupted by the passing of a sad procession. Coming from the Governor’s apartments in the Fort, which the Nabob had appropriated to himself, and taking the way to the gate, where a common hackery drawn by oxen awaited them, we beheld our dear and respected Mr Holwell, and with him Mess. Walcot, Court, and Burdet, all surrounded by a guard drawn from the command of Meer Mudden,[01] the Soubah’s general of the Household Troops, and before them an Indian that carried a huge Marrato[02] battle-axe, with the edge turned towards the prisoners. Mr Cooke sat watching them like one stunned.