"A good night's work for all of us," Charlie put in. "Your husband
has done us an immense service, Mrs. Peters, and, when our fathers
come to their own again, they will not forget the service he has
rendered us."
When they had made a hearty meal, Tony was called in again.
"Now, Tony, we will proceed to business. You have got pen and ink
and paper, I suppose?"
"I have everything ready, sir. I will clear away this table, so as
to have all in order."
When this was done, the highwayman was lifted up and placed in a
chair, and the gag removed from his mouth.
"You don't remember us, I suppose, my man?" Charlie began. "The
last time I saw you was when I brought my stick down on your head,
when you were listening outside a window at Lynnwood."
An exclamation of surprise broke from the prisoner.
"Yes, I am Charlie Carstairs, and this gentleman is Harry Jervoise.
By the way, I have made a mistake. I have seen you twice since
then. The first time was in a wayside tavern, some twelve miles
beyond Barnet, nine days ago. The second time was at another tavern
in Barnet. You will remember that a mischievous boy threw a stone,
and broke one of the lattice panes of the window, where you were
sitting talking over this little affair of the North coach.
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