massacre of all the Jews, only, as it chanced, their plan
went awry."

"As will Basil's neck if ever I meet him again," muttered Grey Dick
beneath his breath. "Lord! what fools we were to trust that man. Well,
we've paid the price and, please God, so shall he."

They turned the corner and rode down another street, till presently
David said:

"Halt! yonder is the house. See the cognizance above the gateway!"

Hugh and Dick leapt from their horses, the latter bidding David lead
them into the courtyard and hold them there. Then they entered the
house, of which the door was ajar, and by the shine of the moon that
struggled through the window-places, crept up the stairs and passages
till they reached those rooms where Sir Andrew and Eve had lodged.

"Hist!" said Dick, and he pointed to a line of light that showed beneath
the closed door.

Hugh pushed it gently and it opened a little. They looked through the
crack, and within saw a man in a dark robe who was seated at a table
counting out gold by the light of a lamp. Just then he lifted his head,
having felt the draught of air from the open door. It was the notary
Basil!

Without a word they entered the room, closing and bolting the door
behind them. Then Dick leapt on Basil as a wolf leaps, and held him fat,
while Hugh ran past him and threw wide the door of that chamber in which
Eve had lain sick. It was empty. Back he came again and in a terrible
voice, said:

"Now, Sir Notary, where are the lady Eve and Sir Andrew her guardian?"

"Alas, Sir Knight," began the knave in a quavering voice, "both of them
are dead."

"What!" cried Hugh supporting himself against the wall, for at this
terrible news his knees trembled beneath him, "have you or your patron
Cattrina murdered them?"

"Murdered them, Sir Knight! I do murder? I, a Christian and a man of
peace! Never! And the noble lord of Cattrina, Count de Noyon! Why, he
wished to marry the lady, not to murder her. Indeed he swore that she
was his wife."

"So you know all these things, do you, villain?" said Grey Dick, shaking
him as a terrier shakes a rat.

"Sir Knight," went on the frightened fellow, "blame me not for the acts
of God. He slew these noble persons, not I; I myself saw the lovely lady
carried from this house wrapped in a red cloak."

"So you were in the house, were you?" said Grey Dick, shaking him again.
"Well, whither did they carry her, thief of the night?"

"To the plague pit, good sir; where