Visitors she knew were not uncommon in the little seaside village, and she would easily be able to keep out of the way of Cecil, if he were still there.

The idea seemed to her like an inspiration.

She went up to the ticket-office and asked for a ticket for Salthouse.

The man stared at her.
"Never heard of the place, miss," he said.

"It's not on our line." "It is near Wells on the east coast," she said.