'And on myself, and on you,' relentlessly pursued the lady. 'There is
no mercy to temper justice in these days. Well, well, no need to say
more on that.'
'Madame--just one thing--where--where is the prison?'
'Ah! I bethink me of another thing. How did you learn the lad was
condemned?'
Simone hesitated, and her colour rose. But there was no retreat. In a
few words she told of Marion's search in the courier's saddlebags,
contriving to get into her short story a sense of the danger the girl
had run. Mistress Keziah's eyes gleamed, but the bolt of wrath Simone
dreaded did not fall.
'She is her father's daughter!' she said abruptly. 'As foolish as she is
fearless. Tell me the exact words: was it Exeter gaol, or the Castle?'
'Gaol, Madame.'