"Let me have some food," I said with a laugh, for I felt my own man again, and the thought of action eased my anxious heart.
Food was speedily set before me, of which I partook heartily, as every man should who has work to do, and while I was eating I told Hugh Boscawen my plans.
"Know you aught of Peter Trevisa?" I asked.
"But little," was his answer; "he is a man reputed to care for but little save his ugly son and his money bags."
"Have you ever been to Treviscoe?"
"Never."
"I have," I replied; "I believe Otho Killigrew is there. It is there he hath taken Mistress Nancy, I could swear it." And then I told him of the conversation I had heard between Otho and young Peter Trevisa.
"There is naught in that," remarked Hugh Boscawen, shaking his head doubtfully.
"In itself there is but little," I answered, "but connected with all else which I have heard there is much"; and thereupon I told him of my suspicions.