"Thanks, fair hostess; but Mistress Margaret Brent and I agree not as well as I and her brother and sister. Besides, I did promise the Governor to be back this night at St. Gabriel's."
"Master Ingle?"
"Yes, Cecil."
"Will you pass by the road where Father Mohl was murdered?"
Ingle started. He loved not ghostly thoughts nor sad memories.
"Not I," he said hastily; "but by the main road."
"I am sorry."
"Why?"
"I wanted so much to have you look in the branches of the tree and see if by chance you saw any scrap of cloth that did look like the cloaking of a witch."