"It is an uncommon thing for a guest to get out of his chamber window, and climb to the roof of the house."
"Not if a man is of a curious disposition," I laughed.
So far we had been fencing, and neither had gained much advantage. But I determined to bring matters to a close issue.
"Look you, Otho Killigrew," I said, "you have come to my bedchamber two hours past midnight. Why? You must have something in your mind other than the things you have spoken about."
"I have come to you in mercy."
I shrugged my shoulders.
"In mercy," he repeated. "It is true you have forfeited your right to be considered as a guest. Nevertheless I remember that Trevanion is a good name, and that I am a Killigrew."
I waited for him to continue.
"You had a purpose in coming here. What, I do not know. You have been a—that is, you are not what you pretended to be. You have tried to win my father's confidence, and discover his secrets."