The other highwayman, who was holding up Hancocks and Jake, had not been holding them, as might be expected, at pistol point.
Instead he had been leaning against the wheel of the carriage in an easy, relaxed attitude with his head upturned as he talked to Jake.
It had been only a fleeting impression and the significance of it hardly percolated her mind until now.
Yet, almost as if she saw a picture of what had happened, she could see Jake bending forward, the highwayman looking up at him and old Hancocks sitting a little aloof, his hands still holding the reins.
Hancocks was almost deaf and if they talked quietly he would be unlikely to hear what they were saying.
‘What were they saying?’ Lady Roysdon asked herself. ‘And why, as Jake had a blunderbuss, did he make no attempt to use it
