A carriage clattered up and halted beside the man with the pistol. The driver aimed a pistol at the intruder as well. The intruder’s shoulders slumped, and he reached into his pocket and handed over the item he’d stolen from Madame Melisande’s bedchamber. While the driver kept his pistol steady, the first man climbed into the carriage, then they set off. It appeared to be an expensive vehicle, with the trim painted a much lighter color than the dark body. She couldn’t make out any identifying marks such as a crest on the door.
The intruder’s companion ran up to him just then. Wild, wide gestures indicated a heated exchange, though she couldn’t hear any of it. They disappeared into the shadows.
She wanted to scream in frustration. “Did you recognize the coach? Was it Sir Nigel’s?”
“No, S
