night.â
âThat goes wiâout sayinâ. âTainât a night fer man âr beast out there.â
Barnaby, looking down at the womanâs friendly, guileless face, felt dishonest for accepting her hospitality without telling her he could not pay for it. He decided that the only honorable thing to do was to be frank with her. Not wishing to involve Miranda in sordid money matters, he motioned to Mrs. Hanlon to follow him into the vestibule. âBefore we proceed any further, Mrs. Hanlon,â he confided in a low voice, âI think Iâd better tell you that the Norfolk stage on which we were traveling was beset by highwaymen. We were robbed of every valuable we possessed. Thus, Iâve not a groat on my person with which to pay you. I wonât be able to settle the bill until I pass this way again after the New Year. Do you think you can trust me until then?â
âHa!â came a snort from behind him. Barnaby looked round to find the hitherto-beaming innkeeper standing in the doorway, but he now had no smile on his face. âTrust ye?â he exclaimed contemptuously. âDonât take us fer fools. We been ast fer trust afore. You ainât the first what claimed that highwaymen emptied yer pockets. But that donât mean Iâll let ye try to empty ours!â
Barnaby was not accustomed to having his word doubted, but his diplomatic training had taught him that one doesnât win an argument by losing oneâs temper. âYou do believe we were robbed, donât you? You can go to see the abandoned coach for yourself when the snow lets up,â he pointed out reasonably. âItâs only five miles up the road.â
âOh, we âave no doubt ye was robbed,â Mrs. Hanlon said, throwing a glare at her husband. âThat stretch oâ road up north is a footpadâs dream.â
âThen youâve dealt with their victims before?â
âAnd been cheated by âem, too, givinâ them trust,â the innkeeper said scornfully. âAt least the footpads, when they come,â he added under his breath, âpay fer their shot in cash.â
Barnaby did not miss the implications of that muttered remark. The innkeeper had had dealings with the footpads in the past. That was useful information for the future, when he returned to deal with the felons.
Meanwhile, the redheaded Mrs. Hanlon wheeled on her husband. âHanlon, still yer clapper, and donâ be a looby! Canât ye see that this hereâs a genâleman? One look should tell ye âeâs the sortâll keep âis word. Anâ thereâs naught to be done in any case. We canât put âem out in the snow, now, can we?â
The innkeeper frowned, shook his head and stomped back to where heâd come from, muttering something about women being as suited to business as cats to water.
Mrs. Hanlon was not in the least perturbed. âWell, thatâs settled,â she said cheerfully. âYeâll pay in the New Year. With a bit extra, fer intârest, which yeâll agree is onây fair and proper.â
Barnaby grinned. âYouâre a better businesswoman than your husband gives you credit for.â
The woman winked at him. âDonâ I know it!â Pleased with herself, she pushed back a lock of tumbled hair (which promptly fell back down) and led him back into the taproom. âNow then, sir, sit yerself down. Iâll âave a supper fer ye in a trice. Do ye think yer missusâd like a bit oâ mutton stew?â
Barnaby, having seated himself, blinked up at the woman. âMy missus ? Do you mean the lady there? Sheâs notââ
âCome now, sir,â Mrs. Hanlon laughed, patting him playfully on his shoulder, âI can sniff out a married couple easy as I can a spoilt fish.â
âCan you, indeed? And just what is it about that lady and me that makes your nose