It is on his account that I have journeyed to see you."
"It was good and honest of you to come," said Barbara. "I must think
what I can do. Are you remaining in London?"
"I have a cousin in the city who is married to a mercer's assistant; I
shall remain with her for a day or two," the girl answered.
"Come to-morrow about noon; I shall have decided something then."
"And if not you could help me to find this fiddler, perhaps?" said the
girl.
When she had gone Martin came from behind the screen, and Barbara looked
at him, her eyes full of questions.
"Yes, mistress, I fear her story is true. What she says of Mr. Crosby's
doings is correct, also it is a fact that Galloping Hermit has been in
Dorsetshire."
"You have seen him?"
"I have heard of him."
"I must try and help him though he is a highwayman," said Barbara.
"There can be no longer any doubt, Martin, that the two are one."
"Yet you will help him? How?"
"There is a way, a hard way, and I am not yet certain what it may mean
to me, but it shall be done; yes, it shall be done."
As she turned to a window and looked down into the square, Martin saw
that there were tears in her eyes.
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