"I don't know much, save what he"—she nodded towards the room wherein lay her sleeping grandson—"what he said when he was mad with the drink. Get him to speak, master, and you'll learn everything."
"In good time I'll make him speak," said Durgo with impressive quietness. "Now I ask your questions. Answer! Do you hear?"
"Yes, master; yes, I hear. I answer," said the trembling old creature.
"Did you tell the truth in your trance last night?"
Mrs. Tunks looked up with awe. "He knows everything, does the master," she breathed softly, then replied with haste, "Yes. I spoke of what I saw."
"Did you see all you spoke of, or did you make up some?"
"I spoke of what I saw," said Mrs. Tunks decidedly, "and you know, master, how I saw it. I loosened the spirit, and it went to look. But I don't say but what I didn't know much from what Luke raved about."
"So you knew before Vand took you to the Manor-house for this trance, that he had murdered Huxham?"
"Yes, master, I did know, but I wasn't sure till I saw with the Sight."
"Luke"—Durgo nodded towards the inner room in his turn—"Luke knows that Vand murdered Huxham?"