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The Highwayman

by Thomas Waters


About the period when I received my first actual “detective” appointment, a most singular circumstance occurred in connection with a class of offences which was believed to be dying out—namely, highway robbery; but which had the effect of fully awakening public attention to the proceedings of the “knights of the road.”

Although not a part of my own experience, yet I received it from the lips of one of the principal “parties” in the affair, whose words I use.

Great changes had been for some time taking place in the speed and the general appointments of stage-coaches. The days of the “York Fly,” which went at about the rate of that well known insect, were numbered, and the conventional Salisbury wagon was very nearly obsolete. Men with means and enterprise were setting up fast coaches, well horsed, and well appointed, and well driven, so that traveling assumed a very different aspect to what it had for so many years presented. The post office contracts were more stringent and, under penalties, those proprietors of coaches who undertook to carry his majesty’s mails were compelled to reach certain towns at certain periods.

Among the most noticeable of those new and well-appointed conveyances was the Warwick mail. This was a well-appointed four-horse coach, that went from St. Martin’s le Grand to the town or city of Warwick. It was believed that the coach belonged to a firm of Quakers, from the frequency with which one or other of the broad-brimmed fraternity travelled by the Warwick mail.

But with all its comfort, with all its speed, with all its punctuality, there was something connected with the mail which gave it an unenviable reputation. No coach was more frequently, or indeed, anything like so frequently, stopped by highwaymen. At all points of its journey it seemed to be specially subjected… Read More