A Minion of the Moon: A Romance of the King's HighwaySpeight, T. W. (Thomas Wilkinson)
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A Minion of the Moon: A Romance of the King's Highway
Speight, T. W. (Thomas Wilkinson)
Brigands and robbers -- Fiction; England -- Fiction; English fiction -- 19th century
"Yes, indeed. This is my first adventure of the kind, and I am quite
sure it will be my last. If you are under the impression," he
continued, with a touch of hauteur which seemed to become him
naturally, "that the object of my adventure to-night was merely the
replenishing of my pockets by the emptying of those of somebody else,
you were never more mistaken. My intent was not money or jewels, but
to obtain possession of a will--of a most iniquitous will--the
destruction of which would have the effect of righting a great wrong.
Unhappily, my attempt has failed, and the wrong will never be righted.
I mistook my man. The traveller in the chaise was not the person I was
expecting. _He_ has doubtless made up his mind to stay the night at
Appleford."
"A very wise resolve on his part, considering how unsafe the King's
highway is for honest folk after dark," retorted the elder man, with
his careless laugh. "But tell me this, young sir. Even if you had
succeeded in getting possession of the will and destroying it, what
would there have been to hinder the testator from having a fresh one
drawn up in precisely similar terms?"
"Merely the fact that he is given up by the doctors, and that, in the
event of the first will having been destroyed, he would not have lived
to have a second one drawn up and signed. At any moment he may breathe
his last. Possibly he is dead already."
"Your heroic attempt to right a great wrong is of a nature to appeal
to every generous heart. Such being the case, it will not, perhaps, be
deemed presumptuous on my part to suggest that where you have failed
it is just possible that I might succeed. Should you, therefore, be
pleased to accept of my services, I beg to assure you that they are
yours to command." Here he removed his hat and swept the youngster a
low bow.
The other hesitated for a few moments, as hardly knowing in what terms
to reply, but when he did speak it was with no lack of decision. "From
the bottom of my heart I thank you, sir, for your offer, which I
assure you I appreciate at its full value; but, for certain reasons
which I am not at liberty to explain, it is quite out of the question
that I should avail myself of it."
"In that case, there is nothing more to be said. Will it be deemed an
impertinence on my part if I ask in what direction you are now bound?"
Neither of them had noticed a huge black cloud which had been
gradually creeping up the sky, and which at this moment burst in a
deluge of rain. As by mutual consent, the two men who had so strangely
come together pricked up their horses and sought such shelter as the
plantation afforded from the downpour.
Then said the younger man in reply to the other's question: "What I am
anxious to do is to find my way into the Whinbarrow road, after which
I shall manage well enough."
"Do you know the way to it from here?"
"No more than a dead man."
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