"I half suspect he is Herne himself," whispered the Duke of Shoreditch
to Paddington.
"It may be," responded the other; "his glance made my blood run cold."
"You look somewhat fatigued, sweetheart," said Deborah, observing
Mabel's uneasiness. "Come with me and I will show you to a chamber."
Glad to escape Mabel followed the good dame out of the kitchen, and
they ascended a winding staircase which brought them to a
commodious chamber in the upper part of Henry the Seventh's
buildings, where Deborah sat down with her young charge and
volunteered a great deal of good advice to her, which the other listened
to with becoming attention, and promised to profit by it.
VII. Of the Mysterious Noise heard in the Curfew Tower.
On quitting the kitchen, Henry, having been informed by Bouchier that
Tristram Lyndwood was lodged in the prison-chamber in the lower
gateway, proceeded thither to question him. He found the old man
seated on a bench, with his hands tied behind him; but though evidently
much alarmed at his situation, he could not be brought either by threats
or proffers to make any confession.
Out of patience, at length, the king ordered him to be conveyed to the
dungeon beneath the Curfew Tower, and personally superintended his
removal.
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