“Well, I’ll be busted. So that’s what it was all about.”
“What do you mean?”
“We had this one carriage stolen two days ago, then it reappeared last night. I thought it was kids, but it sounds like they was running a false taxi. Probably didn’t realize the carriage was broke.” He walked off, and I followed. Then he turned back to me. “Who all was driving?”
“Two gentlemen, one in brown, the other in white.”
He shook his head. “I knew those two were up to no good. Came skulking around, said they wanted to buy a carriage. When I told them they weren’t for sale, they left, but something didn’t feel right. I went on a walk-around and they were standing across the field back there smoking cigars.
“They didn’t seem to be doing anything other than smoking so I went on my way … then when I went
