Fortunately for him, the night was wet and blustering. He donned a
rain-coat, whose cape and collar served to cover the lower part of
his face fairly well, and completed his disguise by pulling far down
over his eyes the villainous broad-brimmed hat affected by the
shepherds in the hills. He had a pair of dark eye-glasses in reserve
for the crucial test that would come with his entrance to the Inn.
Stealing away from the Castle at night, he entered the ram-shackle
cab that Hobbs had engaged for the expedition, and which awaited him
not far from the private entrance to the Park. Warders at the gate
looked askance as he passed them by, but not one presumed to question
him. They winked slyly at each other, however, after he had
disappeared in the shadows beyond the rays of the feeble lanterns
that they carried. It was good to be young!
The driver of that rattling old vehicle was no other than the
versatile Hobbs, who, it appears, had rented the outfit for a fixed
sum, guaranteeing the owner against loss by theft, fire or
dissolution.
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