I think it fair to tell you this
lest you should have a fruitless journey. I have now kept my promise
to you, unwisely perhaps. AMY WARLOCK.
Maggie sat down on the bed and considered. There was a train at
10.30 reaching London about midnight. She could just catch it if she
were quick. She found a pencil and a piece of paper and wrote:
DEAR PAUL--I have to go to London suddenly on very urgent business.
I will write to you from there. Good-bye. MAGGIE.
She propped this up against the looking-glass. She put a few things,
including the box with Martin's letters and the ring into a little
bag, put on her hat and coat and went downstairs. She waited for a
moment in the hall but there was no sound anywhere. She went out
down the dark drive.
As she passed along the lonely road she heard the gate, screaming
faintly, behind her.
PART IV
THE JOURNEY HOME AGAIN
CHAPTER I
THE DARK ROOM
It was after midnight when Maggie was turned out on to the long grim
platform of the London station. On that other London arrival of hers
the terminus had been a boiling cauldron of roar and rattle.
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