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Darkness had just fallen over the wide stretch of the lonely grassland bordering upon the river Blackwater when Larose came wheeling a bicycle in and out among the tall tussocks. He was showing no light and he walked very quietly, peering round on every side with every step he took.
He had left his car in Chelmsford, twelve miles and more away, and had retrieved a bicycle, from where he had previously hidden it, behind a hedge in a lane leading off the Colchester road, and pedalled the rest of the way.