“I’ll tell you!” Martin threw at him. “He was set on by your friend Ulverston to look for me on the road to King’s Lynn! Ulverston believed I should be found making for the nearest port! God, how I have kept my hands from Ulverston’s throat I don’t know!”
“Yes, I remember now that Lucy told me that,” Gervase said thoughtfully.
“I was trying to get to Stanyon, not to the coast!” Martin said, taking an impetuous step nearer to the bed.
“That, also, he foretold,” murmured Gervase.
Martin recoiled. “I might have spared myself the pains of coming to you! You won’t believe me any more than he or Theo do! Very well! Have me arrested for murder!”
“But I am not dead,” Gervase said, smiling faintly. “What is it that I shan’t believe?”
“I was kidnapped!” said Martin belligerently.
Miss Morville, who had been gazing into the fire, apparently divorced from this interchange, raised her head, and looked curiously at him.
“Now tell me you don’t believe me! I expect that!”
“Not at all. Where, when, and how?”