I sat quietly for a moment. But when he still said nothing I decided a little prompting might, in fact, be helpful. 

 'You were saying that she became desperate,' I repeated, gently. 

 'Yes. At least, she must have been. If only she'd looked out first, for I was right on their tail!'

 'What did she do?'

 'She jumped out of the carriage.'

 I stifled an exclamation. 

 'Yes. She must have thought that it was a good moment, the carriage having slowed down because wet weather had made that section of the road difficult and boggy.'

 'And wasn't it a good moment?'

 'No,' he said, closing his eyes briefly. 'The light was fading and visibility was poor anyway,...

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