"Yessir?"
"Ye see that mare? I want ye to ride her home. Can ye do it?"
"Yessir!"
"I doubt it," murmured Jack.
So did Jenny. She refused point blank to allow this stranger to mount her. Her master had left her in one spot, and there she would stand until he chose to bid her move. In vain did the groom coax and coerce. She ran round him and seemed a transformed creature. She laid her ears flat and gnashed at the bit, ready to lash out furiously at the first opportunity.
Jack watched the man"s futile struggles with the ghost of a smile about his lips.
"Jenny!" he said quietly, and O"Hara looked round at him sharply, frowning.
Unconsciously, he had spoken naturally, and the voice was faintly familiar.
Jenny twitched the bridle from the perspiring groom and minced up to the prisoner.
"Would ye allow me to have a hand freesir?" he asked. "Mebbe I can manage her."
Without a word Miles released him, and he caught the bridle, murmuring something unintelligible to the now quiet animal.
O"Hara watched the beautiful hand stroke her muzzle rea.s.suringly, and frowned again.
No ordinary highwayman this.
"Mount her now, will "ee?" Jack flung at the groom, and kept a warning hand on the rein as the man obeyed. With a final pat he turned away. "She"ll do now, sir."
O"Hara nodded.
"Ye"ve trained her well. Get in, please."
Jack obeyed, and in a minute or two O"Hara jumped in after him, and the coach began to move forward.
For a while there was silence, Carstares keeping himself well under control. It was almost unbearable to think that after this brief drive he would never set eyes on his friend again, and he wanted so badly to turn and grasp that strong hand. . . .
Miles turned in his seat and tried to see the masked face in the darkness.
"Ye are a gentleman?" he asked, going straight to the point.
Jack was prepared for this.
"Me, sir? Lor" no, sir!"
"I do not believe ye. Don"t be forgettin" I"ve seen your hands!"
"Hands, sir?" in innocent bewilderment "Sure, ye don"t think I"d be believing ye an ordinary rogue, with hands like that?"
"I don"t rightly understand ye, sir?"
"Bejabers then, ye"ll be understanding me tomorrow!"
"To-morrow, sir?"
"Certainly. Ye may as well tell me now as then. I"m not such a daft fool as I look, and I know a gentleman when I see one, even an he does growl at me as you do!" he chuckled. "And I"d an odd feeling I knew ye when ye spoke to the mare. I"d be loth to send a friend to the gallows."
How well Jack knew that soft, persuasive voice. His hands clenched as he forced himself to answer: "I don"t think I"ve ever seen ye afore, sir."
"Maybe ye have not. We shall see to-morrow."
"What do ye mean by to-morrow, sir?" ventured Carstares uneasily.
"Sure, ye will have the honour of appearing before me, me friend."
"Before you, sir?"
"Why not? I"m a Justice of the Peace, heaven save the mark!"
There was a breathless pause, and then at last the funny side of it struck Jack, and his shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. The exquisite irony of it was almost too much for him. He, the Earl of Wyncham, was to be formally questioned by his friend St.
Miles O"Hara, J.P.!
"What ails ye now, man? Ye find it amusing?" asked Miles, surprised.
"Oh, Lud, yes!" gasped Jack, and collapsed into his corner.
CHAPTER IX.
LADY O"HARA INTERVENES.
LADY O"HARA found that her big, indolent husband was unusually silent next morning at breakfast. She had not been married long enough to consent to being practically ignored, no matter what the time of day, but she had been married quite long enough to know that before she took any direct action against him, she must first allow him to a.s.suage his appet.i.te. Accordingly she plied him with coffee and eggs, and with a satisfied and slightly motherly air, watched him attack a sirloin of beef. She was a pretty, birdlike little lady, with big eyes, and soft brown curls escaping from under a demure but very becoming mob cap. She measured five foot nothing in her stockings, and was sometimes referred to by her large husband as the Midget. Needless to say, this flippant appellation was in no wise encouraged by the lady.
She decided that Miles had come to the end of his repast, and, planting two dimpled elbows on the table, she rested her small chin in her hands and looked across at him with something of the air of an inquisitive kitten.
"Miles!"
O"Hara leaned back in his chair, and at the sight of her fresh prettiness his brow cleared and he smiled.
"Well, asth.o.r.e?"
A reproachful finger was raised and a pair of red lips pouted adorably.
"Now, Miles, confess you"ve been vastly disagreeable this morning. Twice have I spoken to you and you"ve not troubled to answer menay, let me finish! And once you growled at me like a nasty bear! Yes, sir, you did!"
"Did I now, Molly? "Tis a surly brute you"re after thinking me, then? Troth, and I"ve been sore perplexed, me dear."
Lady O"Hara got up and sidled round to him.
"Have you so, Miles?"
He flung an arm about her and drew her on to his knee.
"Sure, yes, Molly."
"Well then, Miles, had you not better tell me what it is that troubles you?" she coaxed, laying a persuasive hand on his shoulder.
He smiled up at her.
""Tis just an inquisitive puss you are!"
Again the pout.
"And ye should not pout your pretty lips at me if ye are not wanting me to kiss them!"
he added, suiting the action to the word.
"But of course I do!" cried my lady, returning the kiss with fervour. "Nay, Miles, tell me."
"I see ye mean to have the whole tale out of me, so-"
"To be sure I do!" she nodded.
He laid a warning finger on her lips and summoned up a mighty frown.
"Now will ye be done interrupting, me lady?"
Not a whit abashed, she bit the finger, pushed it away, and folding her hands in her lap, cast her eyes meekly heavenwards.
With a twinkle in his own eyes the Irishman continued: "Well, alanna, ye must know that yesterday evening I was at Kilroy"s on a matter of businessand that reminds me, Molly, we had a hand or two at faro and the like before I left, and I had very distressing luck-"
On a sudden my lady"s demure air vanished.
"Is that so, Miles? I make no doubt the stakes were prodigious high? Pray, how much have you lost?"
"Whisht, darlin", "tis a mere thrifle, I a.s.sure you. . . . Well, as I was saying, on me way home, what should happen but that we be held up by one of these highwaymen-"
My lady"s eyes widened in horror, and two little hands clutched at his coat.
"Oh, Miles!"
His arm tightened round her waist.
"Sure, asth.o.r.e, I"m still alive to tell the tale, though "tis not far I"ll be getting with you interrupting at every moment!"
"But, Miles, how terrible! You might have been killed! And you never told me! "Twas monstrous wicked of you, darling!"
"Faith, Molly, how should I be telling you when "twas yourself that was fast asleep?
Now will you whisht?"
She nodded obediently, and dimpled.
"Well, as I say, here was this man standing in the road, pointing his pistol at me. But will ye believe me, me love, when I tell you that that same pistol was as empty asmy own?" Here he was shaken with laughter. "Lud, Molly, "twas the drollest thing! I had me pistol in me hand, knowing "twas unloaded, and wondering what the devil, saving your presence, was to do next, when the idea struck me that I should try to bluff me fine sir.
So I cried out that his pistol was unloaded, and completely took him by surprise! Sure he hadn"t time to ask himself how the devil I should be knowing that! He dropped it on the road. Afther-"
"Miles, you are becoming very Irish!"
"Never say so, alanna. After that "twas simple enough, and me lord gave in. He held out his hands for me to bindand here"s where "tis puzzling, MollyI saw that they were a prodigious sight too white and fine for an ordinary highwayman. So I taxed him with it-"
""Twas a gentleman in disguise! How splendid, Miles!"
"Will ye hold your tongue, asth.o.r.e, and not be spoiling me story on me?"
"Oh, indeed I am sorry! I will be good!"
"-and he started and seemed monstrous put out. What"s more, me dear, I heard him speak to his mare in an ordinary, gentleman"s voice. Molly, ye never saw the like of that same mare! The sweetest-"
"Pray, never mind the mare, dear! I am all agog to hear about the gentleman-highwayman!"
"Very well, me love, though "twas a prodigious fine mareWhen I heard him speak, it flashed across me brain that I knew himno, ye don"t, Molly!" His hand was over her mouth as he spoke, and her eyes danced madly. "But I could not for the life of me think where I had heard that voice: "twas but the one word I heard him speak, ye understand, and when I held his wrists I felt that "twas no stranger. And yet "tis impossible. When I got him within the coach-"
"How imprudent! He might have-"
"Whisht now! When I got him within the coach I tried to worm his ident.i.ty out of him, but "twas to no avail. But when I told him he would have to appear before me to-day, he went off into a fit of laughing, till I wondered what he was at, at all. And not another word could I get out of him after beyond "Yes, sir," and "No, sir." Still, I felt that "twas a gentleman all the same, so I-"
He was enveloped in a rapturous embrace.
"You dear Miles! You let him escape?"
"Sure, alanna, is it meself that would be doing the like? And me a Justice of the Peace withal? I told them not to handcuff me lord."
"Oh, I do so wish you had let him escape! But if "tis really a gentleman, you will?"
"I will not then, asth.o.r.e. I"ll be sending him to await the a.s.sizes."
"You are very cruel, then."