“Well!” ejaculated Mr. Fudby. “Well!”

“Dear me, sir, what a strange coincidence! May I ask where you bought it, and from whom?”

“She has not been in my possession over two hours. I bought her from an out-at-elbows ruffian, on my way hither. I thought at one time that ’twas strange that the man should possess such a mare⁠—pure bred, I vow⁠—and wondered why he was so eager to be rid of her.”

“He was eager because he knew he would be recognised by her,” explained Mr. Fudby kindly.

“Without doubt. Perhaps you would like to see her? I will send my man⁠—”

“Oh no, no!” cried the mayor. “We would not dream of so inconveniencing you⁠—”