"I forget nought," said Mercy, calmly. "The pedlar had a black mole over his left temple, he showed it me in this very room. You have found the body of Thomas Leicester, and Griffith Gaunt is hiding from the law that he hath broken, he is afeared of her and her friends if he shows his face in Cumberland; he is afeared of my folk if he be seen in Lancashire. Ah, Thomas, as if I would let them harm thee!" Sir George Neville walked to and fro in grand excitement. "Oh, blessed day that I came hither. Madam you are an angel. You will save an innocent broken-hearted lady from death and dishonor. Your good heart and rare wit have read in a moment the dark riddle that hath puzzled a county." "George," said Mercy, gravely, "you have gotten the wrong end of the stick. The wise in their own conceit are blinded; in Cumberland, where all this befell, they went not to God for light, as you and I did, George." In saying this she gave him her hand to celebrate their success. He kissed it devoutly, and owned afterward that it was the proudest moment of his life, when that sweet Puritan gave him her neat hand so cordially, with a pressure so gentle yet frank. And now came the question how they were to make a Cumberland jury see this matter as they saw it. He asked her would she come to the trial as a witness? At that she drew back with manifest repugnance. "My shame would be public. I must tell who I am; and what. A ruined woman." "Say rather an injured saint. You have nothing to be ashamed of. All good men would feel for you." Mercy shook her head. "Ay, but the women; shame is shame with us; right or wrong goes for little. Nay, I hope to do better for you than that. I must find _him_: and send him to deliver her. 'Tis his only chance of happiness." She then asked him if he would draw up an advertisement of quite a different kind from those he had described to her. He assented, and between them they concocted the following:-- "If Thomas Leicester, who went from the "Packhorse" two months ago, will come thither at once, Mercy will be much beholden to him, and tell him strange things that have befallen." Sir George then, at her request, rode over to Lancaster, and inserted the above in the county paper, and also in a small sheet that was issued in the city three times a week. He had also hand-bills to the same effect printed, and sent into Cumberland and Westmoreland. Finally, he sent a copy to his man of business in London, with orders to insert it in all the journals. Then he returned to the "Packhorse," and told Mercy what he had done.