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She turned drearily away and was trying to suck some comfort from the thought that thanks to the obstacles and hesitations of the local telephone service, ten minutes of her sentence had expired, when she noticed that a vehicle had drawn up in the station yard—a Ford utility van. Anything on wheels was a message of hope, and she looked around for the driver.

The next minute she saw him, helping Chaffage put into the van one of the strange objects she had seen on the platform. She walked out into the yard.

"I wonder," she said to Chaffage with a smile, "if this gentleman is going anywhere near Doleham Manor?"

The driver turned around. His back view had revealed no more of him than a well-made suit, but his face was young and handsome and he had most decidedly a look in his eye. Rosamund's spirits rose and her smile changed its aim.

"I'd be just too terribly grateful . . ." she began.

"I live quite near the Manor. Let me give you a lift."

"That really would be kind of you. I was waiting for the bus, but I understand it isn't due for another half-hour."