Meanwhile Sir John Trenchard had gone to his apartment, and thither Maurice Woodville, Willie Newenhall and Dicky Cheke followed him.
"Where's Master Bowerman?" inquired the Seneschal.
No one answered.
"Who saw him last?" was the next question.
Newenhall moved uneasily, but looked as stolid as ever.
"Master Newenhall, thou art the eldest; tell me where you last saw Master Bowerman."
"An it please you, Sir John, 'twas after the banquet was over."
"Well, where was he? Was he dancing?"
"He was dancing."
"How long agone was that?"