“Yes; go on. It is not likely.”
They went outside together, past the wondering group of servants, and then separating, Linnell was starting off when Mellersh ran to him.
“No blows, Dick,” he whispered, “Be content with separating them.”
Linnell nodded, and was starting again when a man ran up out of the darkness, and caught Mellersh hastily by the arm.
“Seen a post-chaise about here, sir?”
“Post-chaise, my man?”
“Yes, sir—four horses—was to have been waiting hereabouts. Lower down. Haven’t heard one pass?”
“No,” said Linnell quickly; “but what post-chaise? Whose? Speak man!”
“Who are you?” said the man roughly.
“Never mind who I am,” cried Linnell. “Tell me who was that post-chaise waiting for?”