"At Restormel."
"Oh yes, at Restormel," and instantly I had grasped the whole situation. "And Boscawen, where is he?"
"Lord Falmouth hath had many matters of importance to deal with; he went away before I came, but left word, saying he would if possible return to you this evening."
"But did he seek to find Otho Killigrew; has he any knowledge of his whereabouts? Does he know where——"
I stopped then, for I remembered that Dr. Inch must have been ignorant concerning the matter which lay so near my heart. Still I could not refrain from asking many questions, although the doctor was able to give me but little satisfaction.
Just as I had consented to be bled, and was making ready for the operation, Hugh Boscawen came into the room. He had evidently spent a busy day, for he looked much wearied, but expressed delight at seeing me so well.
"Have you found them?" I asked, thinking of Otho and Nancy.
"They have all escaped, except one or two foolish varlets who know nothing about the business," he replied, mistaking the purport of my question. "But I do not despair. My men are scouring the country, and I have sent messengers to London with the news. And I have not forgotten you, Trevanion; I have not forgotten you."
"But Otho Killigrew and Mistress Nancy Molesworth, what of them?" I asked feverishly.