As this suggestion was made, Nowell's countenance brightened up. The expression was not lost upon the attorney, who perceived he was on the right tack.
"Tell the worthy baronet," continued Potts, "that his old and esteemed friend, Master Roger Nowell, is in great jeopardy—am I not right, sir?"
The magistrate nodded.
"Tell him he is forcibly detained a prisoner, and requires sufficient force to effect his immediate liberation. Tell him, also, that Master Nowell charges Mistress Nutter with robbing him of his land by witchcraft."
"No, no!" interrupted Nowell; "do not tell him that. I no longer charge her with it."
"Then, tell him that I do," cried Potts; "and that Master Nowell has strangely, very strangely, altered his mind."
"'May I become subject to the Fiend if I violate my promise!'" said the magistrate.
"Ay, tell him that," cried the attorney—"tell him the worthy gentleman is constantly repeating that sentence. It will explain all. And now, reverend sir, let me entreat you to set out without delay, or your departure may be prevented."
"I will go at once," said Holden.
As he was about to quit the apartment, Mistress Nutter appeared at the door. Confusion was painted on the countenances of all three.