"Speak out truly, and fear nothing, young man," said the Governor. "Nothing that you say here shall ever work you injury while I am Governor of the Province."
"What do you wish to know, Lady Mary?"
"You, I believe, were the afflicted young man, to whom Master Mather has referred?"
Master Raymond bowed.
"Was there any reality in those pretended afflictions?"
"Only a bad cold to begin with," said the young man smiling.
"It was all a sham. I dealt with credulous and dangerous fools according to their folly."
"How about those feathers?"
"They are feathers I got from the wings of one of the Salem jailor's chickens."