“I know his secrets. Do you know why Le Bourse died; and who warned the Marmadukes?”
“Was it you?”
“Who else would it be? I knew you from the start. It was I blinded the old fool, for I saw that you brought me a chance of revenge. He killed Ronald. He killed my mother. But that is not all. Do you ever wonder why your sister died?”
“For God’s sake what of that?”
“Not much. She stumbled on one of his secrets and when she would not refuse to tell she was murdered in her bed.”
“Merciful God, shall I stand this? I’ll back and defy him to his face.”
The dwarf caught me by the arm. “Not yet. What proof have you except my word? And any morning may find me dead. We have no fool to deal with unless it is you.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“You are a Huguenot; Mistress Miriam is a Catholic.”
“What of that?”