One of the merchants at the table, a very decent-appearing man, soberly dressed and with much good sense in his face, caught me up.
"'Tis not strange that you should have come to Master Murray after such an attempt as you mention, sir," he began in conciliatory fashion. "But fortunately we were present this afternoon when Master Murray dismissed the man from his employ, in consequence of evidence of his dishonesty and misdealing during Master Murray's absence. Bolling left in a great rage, vowing he would put Master Murray in trouble."
"Aye," spoke up a second merchant, "and sure, the knave must have attacked you hoping 'twould be brought against Master Murray."
"Not to speak of the fact he was in great need of funds, Master Murray having refused to grant certain demands he made," suggested a third.
I bowed.
"Gentlemen," I said, "I am satisfied—that Master Murray hath a stout case. There is no more need be said."
"Ah, but there is more to be said," flared Marjory. "Think shame of yourself, sir, to be forever believing against others motives which you know yourself to be laden with. You were once an honorable man. Why do you not mend your ways and regain the self-respect of your kind?"
"God send there be an honorable man to hand when your need comes, mistress," I said. "Good evening, gentlemen."
Murray escorted us to the door.
"I must congratulate you," he said in a low voice. "Faith, you are an enterprising young man. You are doing famously in your new surroundings."