"Be in prison or a fugitive," said Sir Mark, quietly. "Then Master Peasegood would--" "Be suspended from his office for evil dealing, and allowing himself to be won over to the Papist cause." "Then I'd trust Gil Carr, and bid him wed my child." "Gilbert, otherwise Culverin, Carr's ship, when it returned, would by my orders be watched and seized, as a suspected vessel, and its captain and crew imprisoned to await their trial." "Then Sir Thomas Beckley, justice and just man, with all his faults, would protect my daughter." "Sir Thomas Beckley might be called upon to seize the person of Mistress Mace Cobbe, for divers malpractices, held in common with a woman here known as Mother Goodhugh, a notorious witch. His Majesty has determined to put down and root out of his kingdom all those vile traffickers with the works of darkness, and has placed great power in the hands of the magistrates of this realm." "What!" cried the founder, half in anger, half-laughing. "My child a witch!" "I say not so, Master Cobbe; I only speak of the common report. Both thy daughter and her maid have been regular visitors to this notorious woman, and by this they have exposed themselves to great risk; for to be attainted now of witchcraft, even of holding communion with the powers of darkness, may mean the stake." "Curse thy quibbling, glib, plot-weaving ways?" cried the founder. "Failing those I have named there is not a man, woman, or boy in Roehurst who would not raise a hand for the white moth." "Yes," said Sir Mark, quickly; "that is it. Even that tells against her. She is known commonly as the White Moth of Roehurst; and there are those who whisper that she is a witch." "Sir Mark Leslie!" cried the founder, who was white with anger, "I will not quarrel with thee again. I forgot myself once towards my guest; I hope to control myself now, but you try me sore." "It grieves me, Master Cobbe, and, though I speak this, it is not as an enemy but as a friend. I merely place my position before you, and say is it not better to avoid all this trouble, when instead the way is open to wealth and honour, and a peaceful old age?" "Who and what are you?" cried the founder, passionately; "and why do you come to disturb my peaceful home?"