"Why do they leave their cattle at this inn and not show themselves in the kitchen or the courtyard?
Why do they not ask for a couple of my rooms ?" Wogan stood in the dark and reflected.

Then he stepped out of the door with even more caution than he had used when entering by it.

He stole silently along to the shed where his trap was housed, and felt beneath the seat.

From beneath the seat he drew out a coil of rope, and a lamp.
The rope he wound about him under his coat.

Then he went back to his staircase and the parlour.
Clementina could read in his face that something was amiss, but she had a great gift of silence.