Egerton Castle

“ The sound of the horses' gallop, the rattling of the chaise on the paving-stones, had ceased. For a few moments there was profound silence on the deserted road, broken only by the soughing of the wind amid the topmost branches. Ferrars stood motionless, his blade still poised against attack, striving to put some order in his ideas. He had killed a man, and that was a sickening sensation.
Presently came the sound of hurried footsteps, and it recalled him to a sense of peril still at hand. On an impulse he knelt by the figure on the ground, took up the pistol from the inert hand and cocked it. ”

“ CHAPTER IV THE FOREST OF MONTMORENCY “DOUBT indulged,” as one learned in life's philosophy has written, “soon becomes doubt realized.” It was during the last stage but one on the weary, bone shaking, paved route royale from Calais to Paris that lowering doubt first arose like a cloud on the fringe of Ferrars' meditation.
The mysterious nature of the errand upon which he had permitted himself to be jockeyed assumed suddenly a new color. It was an errand, whatever way he looked at it, the issue of which was bound to be painful. ”

“ Incult, robust and tall, by nature's hand
Planted of old,
before the carriole returned, escorted by two mounted gendarmes.
“It's here,” shouted Ferrars from his milestone.
One of the gendarmes dismounted, heavy-booted, rattling with spurs and saber; he took up a lantern from the carriage and threw its fight upon the blood-smeared face.
“That is the man—over there,” said Ferrars calmly. “These are his own pistols. The sword-stick is mine. My other belongings are in the carriage. Now, if you will be so good as to help me into the cart, I shall be glad to be brought to the authorities.” ”