Your body is with these chanting monks, but your heart is with Peter Brandt and his red-haired girl." "I know no Peter Brandt." This denial confirmed Ghysbrecht's suspicion that the caster-out of demons was playing a deep game.
"Ye lie!" he shouted.

"Did I not find you at her elbow on the road to Rotterdam ?" "Ah!" "Ah! And you were seen at Sevenbergen but t'other day." "Was I ?' "Ah and at Peter's house." "At Sevenbergen ?" "Ay, at Sevenbergen." Now, this was what in modern days is called a draw.

It was a guess, put boldly forth as fact, to elicit by the young man's answer whether he had been there lately or not.
The result of the artifice surprised the crafty one.

Gerard started up in a strange state of nervous excitement.
"Burgomaster," said he, with trembling voice, "I have not been at Sevenbergen these three years, and I know not the name of those you saw me with, nor where they dwelt; but, as my time is precious, though you value it not, give you good day." And he darted out, with his eyes sparkling.
Ghysbrecht started up in huge ire; but he sank into his chair again.
"He fears me not.

He knows something, if not all." Then he called hastily to his trusty servant, and almost dragged him to a window.
"See you yon man ?" he cried.