"It will be useless to resist," I thought, "for Otho is master here, and I shall only arouse useless suspicion by refusing." Besides, I was curious to know why he was desirous of seeing me; so without more ado I opened the door. No sooner had I done so, however, than in walked not only Otho, but Benet. For a time Otho looked at me awkwardly, like one not knowing what to say. But Benet closed the door, and stood with his back against it, holding a candle in his hand. "Hath Charles landed?" I asked, watching them closely. "No," replied Otho. "But something of importance hath taken place," I said; "else why this midnight visit?" "Yes, important events have happened." He spoke curtly, like one angry. "And it hath to do with me, I suppose?" "Yes." "What then?" He looked at me keenly for a minute. Then he answered me slowly, according to his usual manner of speech. "Charles hath not landed," he said. "All the same, important events have happened with which you have to do." "And they?" I asked, noticing the grin that overspread Benet Killigrew's face. "Are two in number." "Name them," I said eagerly. "First, that your name is not Roger Penryn." "Yes; what next?" He seemed surprised that I should make so little ado at his discovery, and stared at me as though waiting for me to say some foolish thing. Whereas the truth was, that I was relieved that the truth was to come to light. I fretted like a horse frets when a saddle rubs him, every time I heard the name of Penryn. "What next?" I repeated. "That you are a sneak." "Steady, steady, Otho Killigrew!" I said, for the word had not a pleasant sound. "But we will deal with these two charges. What are your proofs?" "There are proofs enough," replied Otho--"proofs enough. One is, that I suspected you as you sat at my father's table last night." "I thought you were of the ferret breed," I replied; "it is a pity your eyes are not pink." He kept his temper well. "Believing you were not what you pretended to be, I sent a man to the place you said you came from," he went on. "He hath returned this very night." "Well thought of," I laughed. "And you made discoveries?" "My man discovered that there was no Roger Penryn." I almost felt a pleasure in the business now. I had no qualms when talking with men. All the same, I knew that I was in dangerous hands. These Killigrews were no fools. "It seems I must have created a new member of the family," I said pleasantly. "Well, go on." "No, there is no Roger Penryn; but there is a Roger Trevanion." "Ah!" "Yes, a fellow with a bad reputation." "Nothing like your own, I hope?" I said sneeringly, for I was ill pleased at his discovery. "A fellow who hath wasted his patrimony." "He never betrayed women, I hope?" I responded. "This fellow left his home on a chestnut horse, the servants not knowing whither he went. My man discovered, however, that he stayed at St. Columb and Wadebridge. From thence he came here."