The Toll-Gate by Georgette Heyer Page B

Sheffield, you know. It was all to do with a heifer I had a mind to purchase, and since Joseph was laid up with the lumbago, Rose accompanied me in his stead. In this very gig! But owing to a number of circumstances we were detained for longer than I had thought for, so that I was obliged to drive home after dark. Not that I cared for that, or Rose either, for it was moonlight, and I don't think it ever came into our heads that we might be held up. But we were, and by a masked figure, with a couple of horse-pistols in his hands, all in the style of high melodrama! He commanded me to stand and deliver. You may depend upon it that I obeyed the first of these commands, but what I was to deliver, beyond the few shillings which I had in my reticule, I knew no more than the man in the moon, which I ventured to tell him. That was where we descended from melodrama to farce! He seemed to be a good deal taken aback, and rode up quite close to peer at me. Well! Rose has a temper, and impertinence she will not brook! She said, 'How dare you?' not a bit afraid! Then she told him to put his guns away this instant, and, when he didn't obey, demanded to know whether he had heard her. If it had not been so absurd I should have been in a quake! But there was not the least need: he did put his guns away, and began to beg her pardon, saying he had mistaken me for a man! She was not in the least mollified, however. She scolded him as though he had been a naughty child, and instead of seizing our reticules, or riding off, he stayed there, listening to her, and trying to make his peace with her. He did it, too, in the end! Rose can never remain in a rage for long, and he was so very apologetic that she was obliged to relent. Then he was so obliging as to make us a present of a password, if ever we should be held up again, which I thought excessively handsome of him! The Music's paid! that's what you must say if you should be held up. I own, I have never had occasion to put it to the test, but I believe it to be a powerful charm. After that, we drove home, and I never knew, for many weeks, that he followed us all the way, just to discover where Rose lived! It was a case of love at first sight. What do you think of that for a romance?"
    "Admirable!" he replied, a good deal amused. "I have only one fault to find with it: I don't see the happy ending. What is the name of this Knight of the Road?"
    She shook her head. "I don't know that."
    "I fancy I do."
    She looked quickly at him, surprise in her face. "You do? How is this?"
    "I think it may be Chirk. I also believe him to ride a mare called Mollie," he said coolly.
    "But how did you discover this?"
    "Ah!"
    "No, don't be so provoking, pray!"
    He laughed. "Well, when I arrived at the toll-gate, two nights ago, I stabled my horse in the hen-house. It was evident that a horse had been stabled there before, and at no very distant date. My predecessor owns no horse, but he does own a horse-blanket, and fodder. These, Ben informed me, are, in fact, the property of Mr. Chirk. Of course, Mr. Chirk may be a most estimable character, but as I have been given to understand that he very much dislikes strangers, and would not at all like it to be known that he was in the habit of visiting the toll-house, I take leave to doubt that."
    "Good heavens!" She drove on for a few moments, her eyes on the road ahead. "Do you mean that Brean may have been in league with footpads?"
    "The suspicion had occurred to me," he admitted. "To what extent, however, I have no idea. I should imagine that he does no more than afford shelter to this Chirk, for although I can readily perceive that a dishonest gatekeeper on a busy road might be of invaluable assistance to the fraternity, for the information he could give them, I can't believe that such a little-frequented road as ours is a haunt of highwaymen."
    "No, certainly not: I never heard of anyone's being held up on it." Her eyes sparkled. "How very shocking, to be sure—and how