"In that case, madame, I must inform you. I have certain knowledge that a fugitive has taken refuge in this house, and it is my intention not to leave the place until I have found him."
"A most laudable intention, sir, though I fear me it means that you will remain here for the rest of your natural life. But pray tell me, how long has it been the custom for an honourable gentleman to turn man-hunter?"
The captain reddened angrily.
"It is not a task I would gladly choose, madame, as you might know. But I am not here to discuss the virtue of my orders, I am here to search for this rebel."
"Then in Heaven's name go and search for him elsewhere. I assure you he is not here," exclaimed Barbara petulantly.
Captain Protheroe looked at her for a moment questioningly.
"Will you swear to me that such is the truth, madame?" he asked.
Barbara hesitated for a moment. Then she turned away impatiently and walked back into the room.
"Nay, an my word be not enough, I will swear nothing. Yet I assure you the man you seek is not here."
But even as she spoke the words, she stopped with a stifled cry, for in the centre of the floor lay a man's hat, stained and draggled, but serving, with its long plume and jewelled clasp, as an outspoken traitor to its master.