Chapter 88

Julien allowed the horse to pick his way carefully through the trees, keeping his eyes on the coach. When the vehicle halted, Julien dismounted and moved closer on foot, slipping one hand into the pocket of his greatcoat to grip his pistol. For a moment, he considered rushing forward and confronting the men, but the driver would make the odds three-to-one. Hired coachmen tended to overlook a great deal that was going on around them, especially if the price was right, but an armed man bursting from a copse of trees would provoke a reaction from even the drunkest reprobate. Instead, he waited and watched as the pair disembarked. When they disappeared down a slight slope, Julien hurried toward the coach, being careful to keep himself hidden behind the vehicle.

Doubtful he could sneak past the coachman unobserved, Julien reached into his pocket and found a five-pound note. “You didn’t see me,” he hissed, thrusting the bill up at the coachman.