As they drove away from the station a dissipated-looking man of the
labouring class waved his hat in friendly salute. "Good luck to you, Mr.
Bludward," he shouted; "you'll come out on top! We'll break old
Chobham's neck for him."
"Who was that man?" asked Alethia quickly.
"Oh, one of my supporters," laughed Robert; "a bit of a poacher and a bit
of a pub-loafer, but he's on the right side."
So these were the sort of associates that Robert Bludward consorted with,
thought Alethia.
"Who is the person he referred to as old Chobham?" she asked.
"Sir John Chobham, the man who is opposing me," answered Robert; "that is
his house away there among the trees on the right."
So there was an upright man, possibly a very Hugo in character, who was
thwarting and defying the evildoer in his nefarious career, and there was
a dastardly plot afoot to break his neck! Possibly the attempt would be
made within the next few hours. He must certainly be warned. Alethia
remembered how Lady Sylvia Broomgate, in _Nightshade Court_, had
pretended to be bolted with by her horse up to the front door of a
threatened county magnate, and had whispered a warning in his ear which
saved him from being the victim of foul murder.
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