At this I knew not what to think, for I felt myself as it were in a network of difficulties, and knew not whether Hugh Boscawen desired to be my friend or enemy. All the same I determined to make the most of my opportunities. I immediately sent a message to Lawyer Hendy, therefore, asking him to meet me at Trevanion, and tried to think of means whereby I could tell Mistress Nancy of the fate which had befallen me, or, better still, to see her. Nothing, however, occurred to me on my journey home; indeed I was kept busy talking with my guardsmen, who, although they treated me respectfully, watched me closely. Once I thought of attempting flight, but I reflected that such a course would be unwise, even if it were possible. Besides, being unarmed, I was very nearly helpless in such a matter. I had not long returned to Trevanion when Lawyer Hendy came. He listened very attentively to my recital of my experiences, but made no comment thereon. Instead he sat quibbling the end of his riding-whip, like one in deep thought. "What is the meaning of this?" I asked presently. "I cannot tell--yet." "You think Otho Killigrew has some deep-laid purpose?" "Possibly. Possibly he is only inspired by a spirit of revenge. But enough of that for the present. What do you wish done while you are away at--that is, from home?" "Before I deal with that," I cried, "I wish to know what happened at Treviscoe last night?" "Last night? Nothing." "Nothing?" "No." "But Mistress Nancy wished to speak with you, and you stayed with her. What had she to say?" "It is not for me to tell you." I ground my teeth with impatience. "Then she told you nothing of her history or purposes?" I asked. "I did not say so," replied the attorney grimly. "But she did not know of the danger in which I stood?" "Yes." "What!" "Do not misunderstand. She knew that you were in danger, because she knew Otho Killigrew; but she knew nothing, suspected nothing of the course events would take." "I should like her to know what has happened to me," I said, "otherwise she will think I am unwilling to render her further service. Would you take a letter to her? I am allowed to write letters." "I would if I could, but I cannot." "Cannot, why?" "Because I do not know where she is." "What do you mean, Hendy?" I cried. "You left her last night at Treviscoe!" "I mean, Master Roger Trevanion," said the attorney slowly, but speaking every word plainly, "that I do not know where the lady Mistress Nancy Molesworth is." "Then get to know through Peter Trevisa." "He doth not know!" "How?" I cried, now truly amazed. "Because she is gone, and Peter Trevisa is as ignorant of her whereabouts as you are." "Then she is in Otho Killigrew's hands." "I do not think so." "Your reason for that?" I cried.