ingenuously, “I relieved him of his cash-box and two hundred guineas. A present for the poor of Lewes.”
Jim jerked his shoulder, frowning.
“If ye give away all ye get, sir, why do ye rob at all?” he asked bluntly.
His whimsical little smile played about my lord’s mouth.
“’Tis an object for my life, Jim: a noble object. And I believe it amuses me to play Robin Hood—take from the rich to give to the poor,” he added, for Salter’s benefit. “But to return to my victims—you would have laughed had you but seen my little man come tumbling out of the coach when I opened the door!”
“Tumble, sir? Why should he do that?”
“He was at pains to explain the reason. It seems he had been commanded to hold the door to prevent my entering—so when I jerked it open, sooner than loose his hold, he fell out on to the road. Of course, I apologised most abjectly—and we had some conversation. Quite a nice little man. … It made me laugh to see him sprawling on the road, though!”
“Wish I could have seen it, your honour. I would ha’ liked fine to ha’ been beside ye.” He looked down at the lithe form with some pride. “I’d give something to see ye hold up a coach, sir!”
Haresfoot in hand, Jack met his admiring eyes in the glass, and laughed.
“I make no doubt you would … I have cultivated a superb voice, a trifle thick and beery, a little loud, perhaps—ah, something to dream of o’ nights! I doubt they do, too,” he added reflectively, and affixed the patch at the corner of his mouth.
“So? A little low, you think? But ’twill suffice——— What’s toward?”
Down below in the street there was a great stirring and bustling: horses’ hoofs, shouts from the ostlers, and the sound of wheels on the cobble-stones. Jim
