The Caravan Crime by Fergus Hume — Read

For the next fourteen days Lawson was engaged in instructing young ladies how to ride. He had explained everything to Mrs. Tremby, from the time he arrived at Sarley Village up to the receipt of the bundle of notes and the anonymous line of gratitude. Naturally, when he did so, he expected to hear Josey's comments on his extraordinary story. But she declines to express any opinion, save that there were wheels within wheels, and she could not see at the moment how these worked. Bidding Dick to keep silent and possess his soul in patience, she sent him away from the dingy house in Soho with the assurance that she would deal with the matter in her own way. "And my way, my innocent child," ended Mrs. Tremby, "doesn't admit of your queering my pitch by shoving your oar in."

So while Jossy did magic in her own dark ways, hunting a trail invisible to Dick, that young gentleman devoted himself to earning honest money as Mr. Tarr's riding master. He proved to be a great success, his looks and charm of manner fluttering the hearts of the pupils so greatly that their number increased. Also, from African experiences, Dick knew his business, and was able to convey to the most dense the idea of managing a horse and using the animal to the best advantage. Mr. Tarr, seeing that this skill and popularity added largely to the number of his clients, even at this early stage, blessed his stars and Mr. Bollard for having sent him so capable an assistant. Lawson found the life pleasant, easy, and profitable, but all the time thought of Audrey and the mystery of Sarley Wood. But for that fly in the ointment he would have been completely happy.