"Where the h--l can he have gone ter?" queried a piping voice.
"That's the wine merchant's clark," announced Buster to the Prince.
"Yes? What did you say his name was?"
"Hi did n't s'y," replied the boy guardedly.
Wales laughed pleasantly.
"You are a wise lad," said he. "What are they doing now?"
"You 've got 'em puzzled, your Tghness. They his puttin' their bloomink 'eads together. Now they 're a 'untin' agin."
"No trace of him here."
"He came this way, I 'll swear."
"Three he has put his mark on this night. Sweeny, Isaac, and Welch's Will."