"Your hand is bleeding," she said kindly; "and—and how did you get here?"
"I climbed from the old castle wall."
"But it is impossible—it could not be! No one could do it!" This she said in low, broken whispers, but like one frightened.
"But I am here," I replied grimly; "and there was no other way of getting here from my chamber. One has to risk something if you are to be saved from the Killigrews."
"What do you know of the Killigrews?" she asked eagerly.
She followed me a few steps out of ear-shot of the serving-maid, still keeping her face hidden.
"I know that you are to be the wife of Otho Killigrew, unless desperate measures are taken," I replied. "I know, too, that Benet Killigrew professes to love you."
"How do you know?"
"You are Mistress Nancy Molesworth, are you not?"