"Ah, your man hath a good nose for scenting." "Yes, he traced you here, Roger Trevanion." "Well, Trevanion is a better name than Penryn--far better than Killigrew." "It's a bad name for a sneak, a liar." "Have a care, Otho Killigrew!" I said. "You've mentioned that word twice now." "Yes, I have," he said slowly. "I may mention it again. What then?" "Only that I shall make you swallow it." At this Benet grinned again. "Good!" he said aloud. "I like that!" "I shall say it again, and shall not swallow it." "You are two to one," I replied, "and you have your lackey outside; but if I hear it again, there will be a new version of the story about the first-born slain." He looked at his brother, and then spoke with less assurance. "I will prove it," he said slowly. "That is a different matter," I replied. "Go on." "You have been on the roof of this house to-night." I made no movement or sound indicating surprise. I had been expecting this. "Well, what then? Am I a prisoner here?" "Why were you there?" "Only to have a talk with your prisoner," I replied. "I was curious to see the beauteous maid who hates you." I hit him hard there, and he lost his temper. "Look'ee, Roger Trevanion," speaking quickly and angrily for the first time, "what is the meaning of this masquerade? The Trevanions are Protestants. Why did you come here, pretending to be a Catholic? Why did you climb to the roof? You are a woman-hater." "Only for a wager," I laughed. "Mark this!" he cried,--"there are dungeons here as well as battlements." "So I have heard. And it would be just like a Killigrew to throw a guest into one of them." "Guest!" he answered with a sneer. "Yes, guest," I replied. "You have forfeited your right to that name." "Prove it. Is it an uncommon thing for a man to travel under a name other than his own?" "It is an uncommon thing for a guest to get out of his chamber window, and climb to the roof of the house." "Not if a man is of a curious disposition," I laughed. So far we had been fencing, and neither had gained much advantage. But I determined to bring matters to a close issue. "Look you, Otho Killigrew," I said, "you have come to my bedchamber two hours past midnight. Why? You must have something in your mind other than the things you have spoken about." "I have come to you in mercy." I shrugged my shoulders. "In mercy," he repeated. "It is true you have forfeited your right to be considered as a guest. Nevertheless I remember that Trevanion is a good name, and that I am a Killigrew." I waited for him to continue. "You had a purpose in coming here. What, I do not know. You have been a--that is, you are not what you pretended to be. You have tried to win my father's confidence, and discover his secrets." "I did not seek to know your father's secrets."