"In what house?"
"I was in the inn—the 'New Inn,' I think it is.
"And you spoke with her Grace again?"
"No; I could not get at her. But—"
"Well?"
"I was in the court of the castle when her Grace was executed."
There was a murmur of voices. He thought that someone had moved over to the table where my lord sat; but he could not move his eyes again, the labour was too great.
"Who was with you in the inn—as your friend, I mean?"
"A … a young man was with me. His name was Merton. He is in France, I think."
"And he knew you to be a priest?" came the voice without an instant's hesitation.