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Lily Kimble got out of the train at Dillmouth Junction and walked across
the bridge to the siding where the little local train was waiting. There
were few passengers—a half-dozen at most. It was a slack time of day and
in any case it was market day at Helchester.
Presently the train started—puffing its way importantly along a winding
valley. There were three stops before the terminus at Lonsbury Bay: New-
ton Langford, Matchings Halt (for Woodleigh Camp) and Woodleigh
Bolton.
Lily Kimble looked out of the window with eyes that did not see the lush
countryside, but saw instead a Jacobean suite upholstered in jade green….
She was the only person to alight at the tiny station of Matchings Halt.
She gave up her ticket and went out through the booking office. A little
way along the road a signpost with “To Woodleigh Camp” indicated a foot-
path leading up a steep hill.
Lily Kimble took the footpath and walked briskly uphill. The path skir-
ted the side of a wood, on the other side the hill rose steeply covered with
heather and gorse.
Someone stepped out from the trees and Lily Kimble jumped.
“My, you did give me a start,” she exclaimed. “I wasn’t expecting to meet
you here.”
“Gave you a surprise, did I? I’ve got another surprise for you.”
It was very lonely in among the trees. There was no one to hear a cry or
a struggle. Actually there was no cry and the struggle was very soon over.
A wood-pigeon, disturbed, flew out of the wood….
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