All that my father could mind, beyond, was that the woman's hands were passed round the man's neck, where the rope had passed round her own.
No more could he tell, being a stricken man from that hour.

But Aunt Polgrain, the house-keeper up to Constantine, saw them, an hour later, go along the road below the town-place; and Jacobs, the smith, saw them pass his forge towards Bodmin about midnight.

So the tale's true enough.

But since that night no man has set eyes on horse or riders.
A BLUE PANTOMIME.
I.
HOW I DINED AT THE "INDIAN QUEENS." The sensation was odd; for I could have made affidavit I had never visited the place in my life, nor come within fifty miles of it.
Yet every furlong of the drive was earmarked for me, as it were, by some detail perfectly familiar.

The high-road ran straight ahead to a notch in the long chine of Huel Tor; and this notch was filled with the yellow ball of the westering sun.