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  ‘Very queer affair,’ said Devereux, shaking his head. ‘Oh monstrous, Fanshawe! I did hear that there’s some doubt of the masked man being a highwayman. What do you say to a rival, hey?’ He looked very knowing, and gave a prim smile. ‘Oh, quite shocking, my dear Fanshawe.’

  Sir Anthony took snuff with a meditative air. ‘Who says they were not highwaymen?’ he asked.

  ‘’Pon my soul, I cannot quite recollect where I heard it first,’ said Mr Devereux. ‘It might have been from Kestrel that I had it.’

  ‘As to that,’ Mr Belfort interposed, ‘I’ve seen Peter Merriot to-day, and he says Miss Grayson swore they were highwaymen. Her pearls were taken, y’know.’

  ‘All the same, Bel, you must remember the duel! You must remember that. I never heard of a common robber offering to fight.’

  Mr Belfort looked portentous. ‘Now I’ve a notion of my own as to it,’ he confided. ‘What do you say to its being one of these escaped Jacobites, taken to the High Toby?’

  Mr Devereux seemed greatly struck by this. ‘Ay, there might well be something in that, Bel. That’s an idea, you know. ’Pon my soul, that’s a devilish clever notion! What do you say to it, Tony?’

  Sir Anthony would not volunteer an opinion. There might or there might not be some truth in it. He strolled away in a few minutes, and was very soon on his way to Arlington Street. Sir Anthony had a notion in his own head, but it was not for Mr Belfort’s delectation.

  The lackey who admitted him into the house believed that my lady had gone out. Sir Anthony asked for Mr Merriot, and was conducted to the smaller withdrawing room.

  Miss Merriot was seated in the window, supporting her fair head on one delicate hand. An enchanting profile was presented to the room. There was the straight nose, the beautifully curved lips, and the drooping eyelid. The light curls were unpowdered, and caught up carelessly in a riband of Robin’s favourite blue; there was a locket round the white throat, and a fan held in one hand. A gown of blue silk billowed about the lovely lady; the sleeves ended at the elbow in a fall of heavy lace. She did not look as though she could kill a man in a duel.

  Mr Merriot stood in a truly masculine attitude, with a foot on the window seat, and an elbow resting on that bent knee. It seemed he had been riding, as was his wont each morning, for he wore shining top-boots, and buff small-clothes. A coat of claret-coloured cloth set off his trim figure; his hand played negligently with the lash of his long whip.

  Sir Anthony, pausing in the doorway, had a moment’s opportunity to admire a pretty picture. Then Robin looked round, and pulled a face. ‘Lord, Prue! The mountain.’

  Prudence turned, and brought her foot down to the floor. ‘Give you good-day, sir,’ she said.

  Robin became impish. ‘Faith, the world’s full of curiosity!’ he remarked. ‘Even the phlegmatic mammoth must needs come to visit us to-day.’

  Prudence held up a finger. ‘Treat the gentleman with respect, child. I perceive he frowns on you.’

  Robin sighed. ‘Alack, I could never succeed in captivating the mammoth,’ he mourned. ‘I doubt I’m too flighty for a sober man’s taste.’

  Sir Anthony put down his hat, and smiled placidly. ‘Quite right, Robin.’ He looked keenly under heavy eyelids. ‘So you chanced to come upon Letty in this fresh trouble last night?’

  ‘A most fortunate occurrence,’ nodded Robin. ‘We were on our way back from Barnet.’

  ‘Were you so?’ Sir Anthony was all polite interest. ‘Fortunate, indeed!’ He looked across the room at Prudence, tranquilly regarding him. ‘Do you credit me with any wits or bone?’ he asked.

  Prudence smiled. ‘Now how am I to answer that?’

  ‘I beg you won’t flatter me,’ said Sir Anthony sardonically.

  ‘Impossible!’ murmured Robin. ‘Prue, we distress the large gentleman.’

  ‘You do. You may say that you annoy me.’ Sir Anthony turned to face him. ‘You drag your sister from scrape to scrape.’

  Robin bowed. ‘And out of them, sir. Do me that much justice.’

  ‘Why, what’s this?’ Prudence came to lay a hand on Sir Anthony’s arm. ‘You don’t know me, Tony, if you think I am dragged anywhere.’

  He looked down at her with no smile in his eyes. ‘Ay, I’ll believe you went on that mad errand of your own free will.’

  Robin’s brows went up; the laugh died on his lips. The gentleman was seriously annoyed, it seemed. Prudence met the hard look squarely. ‘You’re angry with me, Tony? Why?’

  ‘You can’t guess? It did not occur to you that I might wish to be told of this escapade?’

  ‘Yes, it occurred to me. But I have told you, Tony, that I do not desire to see you tread our maze.’

  ‘I’ve the right, I think, to choose for myself. You must still exclude me?’

  ‘You said that you would hold back from us,’ she said.

  ‘You mistake, my dear. I said that I would wait to claim you. No more. Mr and Miss Merriot desire no interference or aid in their schemes. Accept my thanks for the compliment.’

  ‘Tare an’ ’ouns, I believe you’re disappointed you’d no share in it!’ Robin exclaimed.

  ‘Well, why not?’ said Sir Anthony coolly.

  ‘My dear sir, you’re not an adventurer. But egad, if I’d guessed this I’d have taken you along. Oh, but conceive Sir Anthony Fanshawe masked upon the high road!’

  The stern look abated somewhat. ‘My good boy, must you always harp upon my respectability? I confess I’m hurt. I was always accounted a useful man in a fight.’ He took Prudence’s hand. ‘I wish I could make you understand that I desire nothing better than to walk the maze at your side. You can’t credit it?’

  ‘Yes, sir, but can you not understand that I would do my uttermost to keep you free of the dangers that surround us? You shall not be angry with me for that.’

  ‘Give me your word that this shall be the last scrape you enter into without my knowledge.’

  There was a serious look for this. Robin spoke from the window. ‘He has the right, I believe, Prue. If he aspires to wed you he must needs share your fortunes.’

  ‘That,’ said Sir Anthony, ‘is the only sensible thing I have heard you say so far, young man. Come, Prue!’

  ‘If I must, sir,’ she said reluctantly. But –’ she paused. ‘Oh, it’s a man’s reasoning, and I must still play the man. I promise, Tony.’

  ‘The storm blows over,’ said Robin. ‘So you guessed the whole affair, O mountain?’

  ‘It was not very difficult,’ Sir Anthony pointed out.

  ‘Egad, I hope there are no more of that opinion!’

  ‘You have to remember that I know something of you. But I’m in the dark. What possessed Letty to elope a second time? I could have sworn she had not a jot of tenderness left for Markham.’

  Robin frowned. ‘There’s more to it than that,’ he said.

  It was at this moment that my Lord Barham swept into the room. My lord waved a hand in recognition of Sir Anthony, but swooped upon his son. ‘My Robin!’ he cried. ‘Superb! A time-thrust worthy of myself ! I have the whole from John. I knew I might rely on you!’

  Sir Anthony cast up his eyes, and retired to the fireplace. ‘I might have known!’ he said. ‘Of course I should have known!’

  My lord’s eagle eye was upon him. ‘I assume this gentleman to be in your confidence, my children. I admit him into mine. Sir Anthony, you behold in my son a master-swordsman. I permit myself to take pride in him. A time-thrust – the most dangerous, difficult thrust of all! I kiss your hands, my Robin! I remember that I taught you that pass.’

  ‘The honours would appear to be divided,’ murmured Sir Anthony, unable to repress a twinkle. ‘Sir, I am wholly at a loss. I wish some one would enlighten me. Do I understand that you planned this affair, my lord?’