But it was only just as he drove by, leaning a little forward in his hansom, that I saw his face.

I recognized him for one of that woman's most dangerous confederates, and I knew then that some villainy was on foot.

To cut a long story short, I came down unobserved in your train, followed you to Braster Grange, and was only a yard or two behind when this fellow, who acts as the woman's _chauffeur_, sprang out upon you.

I was unfortunately a little two quick to the rescue, and received a smash on the head from your stick.

Then you bolted, and I found myself engaged with a pair of them.