“Some hired beast.”
“I can guess that. But who ordered it—paid the blood money?”
The man seemed to hesitate.
“It has scared me, I grant you; one is afraid of a blank wall or a bush.”
“Roger Bland of Troy?”
“It may be that you have said it.”
He was in a hurry to go; his voice betrayed his restlessness.
“The Flemming is at work. Bide here for a day or two, Mistress Dale. It is time I disappeared.”
“Yes, go. Let me try and think.”
“Gawdy Town is too dangerous now.”