Trenchard had told him.

"You said a Government agent," he mused slowly. "How would a Government
agent know the password?"

Trenchard's mouth fell open. "I had not thought..." he began. Then
ended with an oath. "`Tis a traitor from inside."

Wilding nodded. "It must be one of those who met at White Lackington
three nights ago," he answered.

Idlers - the witnesses of the wedding - were watching them with interest
from the path, and others from over the low wall of the churchyard, as
well they might, for Mr. Wilding's behaviour was, for a bridegroom,
extraordinary. Trenchard did not relish the audience.

"We had best away," said he. "Indeed," he added, "we had best out of
England altogether before the hue and cry is raised. The bubble's
pricked."

Wilding's hand fell on his arm, and its grasp was steady. Wilding's
eyes met his, and their gaze was calm.

"Where have you bestowed this messenger?" quoth he.

"He is here in Bridgwater, in bed, at the Bell Inn, whence he sent for
you to Zoyland Chase. Suspecting trouble, I rode to him at once myself."

"Come, then," said Wilding. "We'll go talk with him. This matter needs
probing ere we decide on flight. You do not seem to have sought to