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Updated: June 7, 2025
No amount of spurring served to lengthen the stride of their horses. To follow seemed hopeless, was hopeless unless the unexpected happened. "Let our horses walk for a few moments," said Rosmore. "You know this part of the country, Sayers; what should you say our direction is now?"
She turned towards the doorway opening on to the terrace, but having taken two or three hasty steps, as if desirous of bringing the interview to a speedy end, she stopped and faced him: "Lord Rosmore, this highwayman, this Galloping Hermit; he is not dead, you know that?" "Judge Marriott will not allow us to forget it," he laughed.
Only one man besides himself could know the secret which the leather case held, and that other man was far away from Aylingford. Most of the windows in the Abbey were dark when Rosmore crossed the bridge to the terrace and walked lightly towards the ruins, careful to let the shadows hide him as much as possible. Entering the ruins, he drew the case from his pocket and took out the key.
As the light came close to his motionless figure, Rosmore uttered a low cry, weird enough to startle the bravest man. It may have startled Sir John, but he did not shriek out in fear nor turn to flee. He raised the lantern sharply, and it hardly trembled in his hand. "Rosmore!" he exclaimed.
"You are too honest, and perhaps you bark too loudly," said the judge, glancing round the room. "I take care to examine walls well before I live between them," said Rosmore; "but see for yourself. This curtain hangs before the door of my bedroom, this before a window looking into a side street," and he drew the curtains aside for a moment to show that he spoke truly.
She had been threatened by Lord Rosmore, she had been insulted by her uncle and the men and women who were his companions, but, worst of all, she had been deceived by the man who had for so long occupied her thoughts and whom she had trusted. The opportunity to forget her troubles in a round of pleasure was soon forthcoming.
Monmouth was defeated and flying for his life, and the heavy hand of King James would certainly fall swiftly on the country folk of the West. Would it fall upon the man who had come to her rescue at Newgate? Certainly it would be stretched out against him were he such a man as Lord Rosmore declared him to be.
Then the curtains parted swiftly, and Crosby's blade fell with a clatter to the floor. For an instant he was struggling in the grasp of two men who had rushed upon him from behind, and was then borne to the ground. It was at this moment, too, that Harriet flung back the curtain from the door and stood in the room. Perhaps she expected Rosmore to make one late thrust at the falling man.
"Indeed, if necessary, you must." "How?" "You are her guardian. If your powers are limited, that is no reason you should tell her so." "You seem strangely doubtful about your own powers, Rosmore, yet rumour has it that few women are proof against you." "She may be one of the few, that is why you have spoken to her. I want her more than I have ever wanted anything on earth.
Martin!" he called, knocking as he did so. There was movement within, but no answer. "Martin! This riot is no concern of yours. Open! I have a message for you from Mistress Barbara." Again there was movement within, and someone spoke in a low voice, but Sir John got no answer. "Your madman is defiant," said Rosmore. "We shall have to teach him better manners. We must break in the door, Sir John."
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