Owing to my disguising dark goggles, I was able to look straight into their faces without fear of recognition. This was fortunate, for at present I had no intention of revealing my identity.
Could that round-faced, fresh-complexioned man be the fellow who, according to my love’s own admission, held her in his power?
The very suspicion maddened me, causing my blood to rise.
Murray appeared to be speaking to him in confidence, giving him certain instructions to which he was enlisting attentively, with brows knit, as though what he heard was far from reassuring.
Who was the man?
His identity and his relation towards my well-beloved I determined to ascertain.
“Let’s go on slowly into the next place, whatever it is,” I said.
“We’re about five miles from Ashburton, sir,” Gibbs replied.
“I want them to overtake us, and then we can follow them to their destination,” I said.
“They’re going to Plymouth. Wouldn’t it be better for us to go on there an’ wait for ’em?” suggested the man. “It’s now five o’clock, and they’ll probably put up there for the night.”