“Well,” said he, with a gesture of the hands, “I mention Mr. Robbie; and let that be an end of it!—Or wait!” he added, “I have it. Here is something that will serve you for an introduction, and cannot compromise me.” And he wrote his name and the Edinburgh lawyer’s address on a piece of card and tossed it to me.
CHAPTER XXI
I BECOME THE OWNER OF A CLARET-COLOURED CHAISE
What with packing, signing papers, and partaking of an excellent cold supper in the lawyer’s room, it was past two in the morning before we were ready for the road. Romaine himself let us out of a window in a part of the house known to Rowley: it appears it served as a kind of postern to the servants’ hall, by which (when they were in the mind for a clandestine evening) they would come regularly in and out; and I remember very well the vinegar aspect of the lawyer on the receipt of this piece of information—how he pursed his lips, jutted his eyebrows, and kept repeating, “This must be seen to, indeed! this shall be barred to-morrow in the morning!” In this preoccupation I believe he took leave of me without observing it; our things were handed out; we heard the window shut behind us; and became instantly lost in a horrid intricacy of blackness and the shadow of woods.
A little wet snow kept sleepily falling, pausing, and falling again; it seemed perpetually beginning to snow and perpetually leaving off; and the darkness was intense. Time and again we walked into trees; time and again found ourselves adrift among garden borders or stuck like a ram in the thicket. Rowley had possessed himself of the matches, and he was neither to be terrified nor softened. “No, I will not, Mr. Anne, sir,” he would reply. “You know he tell me to wait till we were over the ’ill. It’s only a little way now. Why, and I thought you was a soldier, too!” I was at least a very glad soldier when my valet consented at last to kindle a thieves’ match. From this we easily lit the lantern: and thenceforward, through a labyrinth of woodland paths, were conducted by its uneasy glimmer. Both booted and great-coated, with tall hats much of a shape, and laden with booty in the form of a despatch-box, a case of pistols, and two plump valises, I thought we had very much the look of a pair of brothers returning from the sack of Amersham Place.
We issued at last upon a country by-road where we might walk abreast and without precaution. It was nine miles to Aylesbury, our immediate destination; by a watch, which formed part of my new outfit, it should be about half-past three in the morning; and as we did not choose to arrive before daylight, time could not be said to press. I gave the order to march at ease.
“Now, Rowley,” said I, “so far so good. You have come, in the most obliging manner in the world, to carry these valises. The question is, what next? What are we to do at Aylesbury? or, more particularly, what are you? Thence, I go on a journey. Are you to accompany me?”
He gave a little chuckle. “That’s all settled already, Mr. Anne, sir,” he replied. “Why, I’ve got my things here in the valise—a half a dozen shirts and what not; I’m all ready, sir: just you lead on: you’ll see.”