3: Cottrill
TWEED-JACKETED, and wearing a pair of jodhpurs he had thought at the last moment to thrust into his suitcase before leaving London, Gees mounted a stubby little pony and urged it to catch up with Tyrrell, who in breeches and leggings was already riding a similar pony away from the long frontage of Dowlandsbar. They rode down the graveled drive and out to the rutted lane, where Tyrrell turned east, away from Locksborough Castle and Odder. It was a still morning with some of the warmth of summer about it, and a bluish haze veiling the rugged ridges among which they rode. Glancing back before they began their descent into the first deep hollow, Gees saw the two monoliths which marked the entry to McCoul's habitation, and the castle itself, ruinous except for the square, massive g
