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ONE CROWDED HOUR
The place was the Eastbourne-Tunbridge road, not very far from the Cross in Hand -- a lonely stretch, with a heath running upon either side. The time was half-past eleven upon a Sunday night in the late summer. A motor was passing slowly down the road.