THE LOVE OF MONSIEUR
to ship in the river. By this time he is well into the Channel.”
Mistress Barbara frowned perceptibly.
“You have allowed him to get away?” she asked, her eyebrows upraised.
“Yes,” he muttered; “a very demon possesses the man. If I had my way the fellow should never have left this room.”
She motioned to a seat beside her.
“Tell me about it,” she said.
He sat and told her such of the happenings at the Fleece Tavern as he thought well for her to hear, but he omitted to mention the rape of the papers from his pockets. Of this attack he said:
“After all, the fellow is but a common blusterer and bully. He waited for his chance and then set upon me like a fish-monger.”
Her eyes sparkled. “And you?” she asked.
“He had me off my guard, but as he broke away from me I shot at him”—he paused for a word—“as I would at a common thief.”
“And you did not kill him?” The words fell cold and impassive from her lips.
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