It was, of course, impossible to prove that the man spoke lies, as the man had uttered no word before, and we knew nothing of the history of his coming.
"Well, everything shall be sifted to the bottom," repeated Hugh Boscawen, "and justice shall be done to all. As far as Mistress Molesworth is concerned, she shall accompany me to Tregothnan this very night. As for you, Trevanion, you will naturally want to go to your home."
"Pardon me, my lord," said old Peter Trevisa, his avarice overcoming his fear, "he hath no home."
"Hath no home, what mean you?"
"Trevanion is mine, my lord; I possess all the deeds, and Roger Trevanion hath no right to go there."
"I have heard something of this," said Boscawen; "tell me all the details."
Whereupon Peter told him of his relations with my father and of the episode which I described in the beginning of this history.
"I think you have not told all, Master Peter Trevisa." It was Nancy who spoke.
"There is nothing more to tell—nothing," snarled Peter.
"There is much," replied Nancy.