“Why, that is Dirk Brower's voice, I trow. What make you so far from Tergou?” “Open, and you will know.” Martin drew the bolt very slowly, and in rushed Dierich and four more. They let in their companion who was at the back door. “Now, Martin, where is Gerard Eliassoen?” “Gerard Eliassoen? Why, he was here but now!” “Was here?” Dierich's countenance fell. “And where is he now?” “They say he has gone to Italy. Why, what is to do?” “No matter. When did he go? Tell me not that he went in such a storm as this!” “Here is a coil about Gerard Eliassoen,” said Martin contemptuously. Then he lighted the candle, and seating himself coolly by the fire, proceeded to whip some fine silk round his bow-string at the place where the nick of the arrow frets it. “I'll tell you,” said he carelessly. “Know you his brother Giles?--a little misbegotten imp, all head and arms? Well, he came tearing over here on a mule, and bawled out something, I was too far off to hear the creature's words, but only its noise. Any way, he started Gerard. For as soon as he was gone, there was such crying and kissing, and then Gerard went away. They do tell me he has gone to Italy--mayhap you know where that is, for I don't.” Dierich's countenance fell lower and lower at this account. There was no flaw in it, A cunninger man than Martin would perhaps have told a lie too many and raised suspicion. But Martin did his task well. He only told the one falsehood he was bade to tell, and of his own head invented nothing. “Mates,” said Dierich, “I doubt he speaks sooth. I told the burgomaster how 'twould be. He met the dwarf galloping Peter Buyskens's mule from Sevenbergen. 'They have sent that imp to Gerard,' says he, 'so, then, Gerard is at Sevenbergen.' 'Ah, master!' says I, ''tis too late now. We should have thought of Sevenbergen before, instead of wasting our time hunting all the odd corners of Tergou for those cursed parchments that we shall never find till we find the man that took 'em. If he was at Sevenbergen,' quoth I, 'and they sent the dwarf to him, it must have been to warn him we are after him. He is leagues away by now,' quoth I. Confound that chalk-faced girl! she has outwitted us bearded men; and so I told the burgomaster, but he would not hear reason. A wet jerkin apiece, that is all we shall get, mates, by this job.” Martin grinned coolly in Dierich's face. “However,” added the latter, “to content the burgomaster, we will search the house.” Martin turned grave directly. This change of countenance did not escape Dierich. He reflected a moment. “Watch outside two of you, one on each side of the house, that no one jump from the upper windows. The rest come with me.” And he took the candle and mounted the stairs, followed by three of his comrades. Martin was left alone.