"Whew!" whistled the captain, left standing outside. "’Tis the worst passion ever I saw him in. Defies me! Well, Master Nicolas, would I could afford to take you at your word! A plague on Simmons! I thought he was dead. He’ll split, sure enough, and there’s an end of Ralph Aglionby. Jenny, my dear, you’re a sorry jade, but you’ll have to bear my carcase till we’re out of harm’s way. We have five or six hours before the world’s astir. Do your best, my girl, and we’ll cheat ’em yet." Captain Aglionby led his tired steed down the drive to the gate, roused Dick the lodge-keeper with scant ceremony, and in a few minutes was riding slowly towards the village. As he came into the principal street, he was surprised to notice that the only inn was lit up, a most unusual circumstance at that time of night. The door stood open, and there were lights in several of the rooms on the ground floor. A feeling of apprehension seized upon him; he could not but connect these lively signs with the events of the morning, and especially with the capture of his man. Could the fellow have blabbed already? He was just making up his mind to spur the mare past the inn, over the bridge, on to the London road, when two persons came to the door and caught sight of him. One was Mistress Joplady, the buxom hostess; the other William Nokes, the village constable. It was too late to evade them: indeed he heard the hostess exclaim, "Well, I never! ’tis the Cap’n hisself, sure." Resolving like a wise man to make the best of it, he rode up to the door, dismounted, and, swaggering, with his usual air of assurance said: "Egad, mistress, I’m glad to find you afoot. My mare’s dead-beat, has carried me nigh forty miles this day; send Tom ostler to stable her, like a good soul; and give me a bite and a bed. I didn’t care about disturbing the squire at this time o’ night." The captain was no favourite with good Mistress Joplady, but she received him now with something more than her usual urbanity. "Come away in, Cap’n Aglionby," she said. "Sure your name was in our very mouths. Strange things be doing—ay, strange things in Winton Simmary; bean’t it so, William Nokes? Take the cap’n into the parlour, William; a few souls be there, Cap’n, not fit company for the likes o’ you, to be sure, but they’ll tell ’ee summat as’ll stir your blood, they will so. Tom’ll see to Jenny, so be easy." Captain Aglionby followed the constable into the parlour, where a group of the village worthies were assembled. They were neither smoking nor drinking, a sure sign that they had something momentous to talk about. A silence fell upon the company as the captain clanked into the room, and one or two of the more active-minded of them threw a quick glance at each other, which the new-comer did not fail to note. "A fine night, men," said the captain jovially. "Ay, ’tis so." "And a late hour to find the Berkeley Arms open." "Ay, ’tis latish, sure enough."