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2019
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‘What can I get ye?’ she demanded in reply to Temple’s civil greeting.

‘I should like some chocolate, please.’

‘We don’t keep chocolate.’

‘Oh, I see,’ murmured Temple, rather taken aback. ‘Very well, I’ll have some postcards.’

‘A packet?’

‘Yes – a packet,’ agreed Temple, regarding them rather dubiously.

‘Six delightful views of Inverdale,’ announced the woman. ‘Two by moonlight. That’ll be sixpence.’

Temple produced a coin.

‘I’ll put them in an envelope for ye,’ offered the woman rather surprisingly, opening a drawer at the back of the counter.

‘How far is Inverdale from here?’ asked Temple politely.

‘About two miles.’

‘Oh, good. I thought it was farther than that.’

‘No,’ intoned the woman. ‘Two miles.’ She threw Temple’s sixpence into the drawer and closed it sharply.

‘I suppose there’s some sort of an hotel at Inverdale?’

The woman appeared to be searching her memory. ‘Yes,’ she decided at last. ‘There’s an inn.’

‘A good one?’

‘Not bad—it’s not at all bad.’

‘Do I keep straight on from here, or is there a turning before—’

He broke off in some embarrassment before the piercing glance from the steely grey eyes.

‘Ye’re a stranger round these parts?’ she observed coldly.

‘Very much so, I’m afraid,’ he tried to answer in an easy tone.

‘Have ye come far?’

This is practically a cross-examination, reflected Temple. But he said: ‘London.’

‘London? That’s a long way,’ commented the woman, in a rather warmer tone. ‘I’ve a married sister in London. Peckham, I think it is. Would there be a place called Peckham?’

Temple nodded. ‘Yes,’ he said, ‘there is a place called Peckham.’

‘It must be a wonderful thing to travel,’ sighed the woman. ‘Often wish I had the time, an’ money o’ course. What was it Shakespeare said about travellers?’

‘As far as I can gather, he said quite a number of things,’ smiled Temple.

‘H’m—will ye be wanting anything else now?’ Her voice was cold, almost as if she regretted the previous conversation.

Temple was about to reply when the doorbell clanged violently and a very excited young man entered the shop. He had obviously been running hard, for he stood against the door with almost a sigh of relief.

‘Why, Mr Lindsay!’ exclaimed the woman in some surprise.

‘Hello, Mrs Moffat,’ gasped Lindsay.

‘Gracious me, ye’ve certainly been running!’

‘I’m sorry for bursting in like this,’ he apologised. ‘No, please don’t go, sir!’ There was a note of urgency in his voice as he placed his hand on Temple’s sleeve. In another minute he had recovered his breath.

‘Apart from being out of breath, you seem rather excited about something,’ said Temple. ‘Is anything the matter?’

David Lindsay smiled. It was a very infectious smile.

‘I saw your car about a quarter of a mile back. Then I saw you stop at Mrs Moffat’s, so I raced along after you. I was afraid you might get started again before…before I could get here in time.’

‘Can I help you at all?’ queried Temple, who rather liked the look of the young man.

‘I was wondering if you happened to be going to Inverdale?’

‘Yes, as a matter of fact I am.’

‘Then would you be good enough to do me a favour?’

‘Well, I might. What is it exactly?’

‘There’s an inn at Inverdale,’ said Lindsay, ‘called the “Royal Gate”. I don’t know whether you know it or not?’

‘As a matter of fact my wife and I intend spending the night at Inverdale, so—’

‘Oh, that’s splendid!’ Lindsay’s blue eyes lit up. ‘Well, when you get there, would you be good enough to ask for a Mr John Richmond, and then…’ His voice became rather more tense. ‘And then will you please give him this letter?’ He handed an envelope to Temple, who studied it thoughtfully.

‘Mr John Richmond,’ he repeated, as if he were trying to place the name. ‘Why yes, I’ll do that with pleasure.’

Lindsay gave him a searching look.

‘Please realise that this is most important,’ he said earnestly. ‘Under no circumstances must you give the letter to anyone else – under no circumstances.’

‘But supposing this Mr Richmond doesn’t happen to be staying at the inn?’ asked Temple.

‘He’ll be there all right,’ declared Lindsay with quiet confidence.

‘Why didn’t you stop me when you first saw the car a quarter of a mile back?’ Temple wanted to know.
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