"I should like her to know what has happened to me," I said, "otherwise she will think I am unwilling to render her further service. Would you take a letter to her? I am allowed to write letters."
"I would if I could, but I cannot."
"Cannot, why?"
"Because I do not know where she is."
"What do you mean, Hendy?" I cried. "You left her last night at Treviscoe!"
"I mean, Master Roger Trevanion," said the attorney slowly, but speaking every word plainly, "that I do not know where the lady Mistress Nancy Molesworth is."
"Then get to know through Peter Trevisa."
"He doth not know!"
"How?" I cried, now truly amazed.
"Because she is gone, and Peter Trevisa is as ignorant of her whereabouts as you are."