"Very good, sir," said Hobbs. "I thought as how we might be late after losing time at the city gates, sir, wot with that silly guard and the—"
"We are in good time, Hobbs. Take it easy."
The lights of the Inn were gleaming through the drizzle not more than a block away. Robin's heart was thumping furiously. Little chills ran over him, delicious chills of excitement. His blood was hot and cold, his nerves were tingling. The adventure!
"Whoa!" said Hobbs suddenly. "'Ello, wot the 'ell is—"
A dark figure had sprung into the road-way near the horses' heads, and was holding up a warning hand.
"Is this Mr. Schmidt's carriage?" demanded a hoarse, suppressed voice.
"It is," said Hobbs, "for the time being. Wot of it?"
Robin's head came through the window.
"What do you want?"
"Some one is coming out here to meet you, sir. Do not drive up to the doors. Those are the orders. You are to wait here, if you please."