"At the complaint of Mistress Ann Putnam and Master Jethro Sands," replied the officer.
"Of witchcraft? That is very curious. For as Dr. Griggs knows, just before I left Salem Farms, I was suffering from 'an evil hand' myself."
"Indeed!" said the officer.
"When am I to go?"
"Immediately. We have provided a horse for you."
"I should like to get my valise, and some clothes from the Red Lion."
The officer hesitated.
Master Raymond smiled pleasantly. "You must be hungry about this time of day, and they have some of the best wine at the Lion I ever tasted. You shall drink a bottle or two with me. You know that a man travels all the better for a good dinner and a bottle of good wine."
The officers hesitated no longer. "You are a sensible man, Master Raymond, whether you are a witch or not," said the deputy marshall.
"I think if the wine were better and plentier around Salem, there would be fewer witches," rejoined Master Raymond; which the other officer considered a very witty remark, judging by the way he laughed at it.