Although secret intelligence work by its very nature usually remains unrecorded, he was at one
point working in the Netherlands on anti-Catholic operations involving the counterfeiting of
Dutch and English currency. There is also the possibility that he was "planted" by the
government as a private tutor to Arabella Stuart, cousin of the future King James I and second
in line to the throne.
In his spare time he gained the reputation of being a "roaring boy," whose outrageous views and
acerbic wit won him quite a few enemies and even led to a sword fight on at least one
occasion. Most of all, however, he scoffed at people's religion, said that it had been created just
to keep men in awe, and that they shouldn't be afraid of "bug-bears and hobgoblins." He was
even suspected of having written a book which argued atheism and which was being used by a
seditious group who planned to replace the monarchy with an atheist state. A.L. Rowse also
called him a "raving homo," although such evidence as there is for this is ambiguous to say the
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In May 1593, the thought police were closing in, and not even his past "good service" was
going to save him. Accused of having been responsible for some "vile heretical conceits" found
in playwright Thomas Kyd's rooms, he was hauled before the Privy Council, but released on
bail and required to report to them every day until they said otherwise.
The Councillors never did, because on 30th May, at a meeting in Deptford between him and
three men all known to be professional liars––and employed by his patrons both artistic and
political––he was killed "in self-defence" by one of them. An inquest was held two days later by
the Queen's own coroner, and the body was buried later the same day in the local churchyard––
nobody knows where––and left there to rot. Within a month the killer was pardoned.
But the body wasn't Marlowe's. A substitute corpse had been found, and the whole story told at
the inquest was a pack of lies. Marlowe was spirited out of the country and into exile, probably
in Italy, staying away for the next two years or so. When the news had grown cold, and when
his appearance had changed enough to risk it, he returned, being found safe places to stay
incognito amongst the various aristocrats of his acquaintance, or the stately homes of their
Meanwhile he continued to write plays; wonderful plays; plays which he was able to see
performed; plays and poems that would be presented as those of the actor and entrepreneur,