Fulk mused a little while.
“I begin to see daylight,” he said. “I see much that I did not previously comprehend. If we only wait, and keep watching, everything comes plain in time. Waldron—I knew the Waldrons well—very respectable people, and well descended. Waldron is mentioned in Domesday—Waleran Venator—i.e., Walron, the Huntsman. Jason Waldron—I wonder if I had better tell you what I know?—he was murdered, and—but you will not rest nor eat.”
“I shall certainly not eat or sleep unless you tell me.”
“Very well, but do keep calm; we shall be out all the sooner, unless indeed some unforeseen circumstance stops it, as it has hitherto done. Ay di me!”
“Do you know anything of Jason Waldron’s murder?” asked Aymer, impatiently.
“I do; you have yourself told me. I had my suspicions—almost certainty—before, but I could not see the motive; now I see the motive—poor, miserable Odo!”
“Odo! what has Odo, to do with it? Do go on; I am wild.”
“Very well. Odo Lechester murdered your friend Jason Waldron!”
“But Odo Lechester is in a lunatic asylum, incurable.”
“Odo Lechester was in this very asylum, but he escaped nearly a year ago. He escaped by permission.”