"Otho Killigrew," said a voice.
CHAPTER VIII. OTHO DISCOVERS MY NAME.
"He hath discovered where I have been," was my first thought. "He hath been told that I have conversed with the maid Nancy Molesworth." And I began to think how I should answer him.
I got out of bed, however; and after hastily pulling on my small-clothes, I went to the door.
"What want you?" I asked sleepily. "Surely this is a queer time of night to wake one out of sleep."
"Let me in, and I will tell you," he replied.
"It will be useless to resist," I thought, "for Otho is master here, and I shall only arouse useless suspicion by refusing." Besides, I was curious to know why he was desirous of seeing me; so without more ado I opened the door. No sooner had I done so, however, than in walked not only Otho, but Benet.
For a time Otho looked at me awkwardly, like one not knowing what to say. But Benet closed the door, and stood with his back against it, holding a candle in his hand.