What do you mean ?" "I mean that I do not like this business," he answered slowly, in the intervals of munching at his bread.

"You had a quarrel with Sir John Foterell about those lands which you say belong to the Abbey.

God knows the right of it, for I understand no law; but he denied it, for did I not hear it yonder in your chamber at Blossholme?
He denied it, and accused you of treason enough to hang all Blossholme, of which again God knows the truth.

You threatened him in your anger, but he and his servant were armed and won out, and next day the two of them rode for London with certain papers.

Well, that night Sir John Foterell was killed in the forest, though his servant Stokes escaped with the papers.
Now, who killed him ?" The Abbot looked at him, then seemed to take a sudden resolution.
"Our people, those men-at-arms whom I have gathered for the defence of our House and the Church.