“No, sir. Two notes have arrived for him, but—”
Mornay glanced significantly at the Irishman.
“You think he will come?”
“I should be sure of it, sir.”
“Very good. When he comes tell him Captain Cornbury and I are awaiting him.”
“But, sir, if you’ll pardon me, the Fleece Tavern is no place for you, sir. There’s been constables watching for you all yesterday and to-day.”
Mornay laughed a little to himself.
“’Tis plain I’m too popular. Listen, Papworth. I did you a good turn with the King when Captain Lyall was killed in your garden. Now you can return me the compliment.”
“Yes, monsieur, but—”