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'Better and better,' said Mr. Dunborough, nodding his approval. 'Keep to

that, and your mouth shut, and you shall know all that I know. It is

precious little at best. I spurred and they spurred, I spurred and they

spurred--there you have it. When I got up and shouted to them to stop, I

suppose they took me for you and thought I should stick to them and take

them in Bath. So they put on the pace a bit, and drew ahead as they came

to the houses here, and then began to pull in, recognising me as I

thought. But when I came up, fit and ready to curse their heads off for

giving me so much trouble, the fools had cut the leaders' traces and

were off with them, and left me the old rattle-trap there.' Sir George's face lightened; he took two steps forward and laid his hand

on the chaise door.

'Just so,' said Mr. Dunborough nodding coolly. 'That was my idea. I did

the same. But, Lord, what their game is I don't know! It was empty.' 'Empty!' Sir George cried.

'As empty as it is now,' Mr. Dunborough answered, shrugging his

shoulders. 'As empty as a bad nut! If you are not satisfied, look for

yourself,' he continued, rising that Sir George might come at the door.

Soane with a sharp movement plucked the door of the chaise open, and

called hoarsely for a light. A big dingy man in a wrap-rascal coat,

which left his brawny neck exposed and betrayed that under the coat he

wore only his shirt, held up a lanthorn. Its light was scarcely needed.

Sir George's hand, not less than, his eyes, told him that the carriage,

a big roomy post-chaise, well-cushioned and padded, was empty.

Aghast and incredulous, Soane turned on Mr. Dunborough. 'You know

better,' he said furiously. 'She was here, and you sent her on

with them!' Mr. Dunborough pointed to the man in the wrap-rascal. 'That man was up

as soon as I was,' he said. 'Ask him if you don't believe me. He opened

the chaise door.' Sir George turned to the man, who, removing the shining leather cap that

marked him for a smith, slowly scratched his head. The other men pressed

up behind him to hear, the group growing larger every moment as one and

another, awakened by the light and hubbub, came out of his house and

joined it. Even women were beginning to appear on the outskirts of the

crowd, their heads muffled in hoods and mobs.

'The carriage was empty, sure enough, your honour,' the smith said;

'there is no manner of doubt about that. I heard the wheels coming, and

looked out and saw it stop and the men go off. There was no woman

with them.' 'How many were they?' Soane asked sharply. The man seemed honest.