Chapter 5
“What kind of nonsense is this about the Masked Robber!” exclaimed Joseph Grattan impatiently. He and a young man who resembled more of a fashion model from a shop window than a resident of the Castle, stood just outside the Castle gate. They are watching a few wagons being pulled along the high rock walls into the shade of a few trees.
“But it is not nonsense, Captain,” retorted D’Arcy Cunningham indignantly. His voice was high-pitched and shrill in his excitement, almost sounding like that of a woman.
“Of course, it is,” Grattan threw back mockingly. “No one with a sound mind would bother with such ridiculous stories like those told of this bandit.” His voice was deliberately incredulous, but his attitude was finely calculated.
He had reported that morning as Captain D’Sout
