"Then she is in Otho Killigrew's hands."
"I do not think so."
"Your reason for that?" I cried.
"Because there are no evidences of it. She left Treviscoe last night, not many hours after I left, at least such is Peter Trevisa's opinion. He sent for me early this morning, and on my arrival I found him like one demented. The maid had crept out of the house with her servant, and had themselves saddled the horses and rode them away."
"And left no traces behind?"
"Not a trace."
"But did she hold any conversation with Peter Trevisa after you had left?"
The lawyer gave a start. "I had not thought of that," he said hastily.
"Look you, Hendy," I cried, for the time forgetting that in an hour or so I should be on my way to Launceston jail, "I have puzzled my brains sorely concerning this. Do you know the history of the business?"