It eenthe coarse- fishing season.

        I    y in fixing tted ory t ig t moment I’d even told el I o stay at, Rotom’s Family and ercial. I o k time I didn’t    ing to me at Birming do if I er t over I took young Saunders, o my fidenentio o promise t op on    a letter from me to tom’s. to tell    I migter not e. Saunders uood, or t    settled    asked any questions, and even if surned suspicious later, an alibi like t ake some breaking.

        I drove ter    breeze bloops stle reaming across tside esterearing to it    t suddenly reminded me of time    t t got it i. It lay drying in long s drifted across t mixed up rol.

        I drove along at a gentle fifteen. ted about on t too satisfied to eat. Ilefield, tertle man in a aced across ted o attract my attention. My car’s kno’s only Mr eaver,    to insure    of cs to knotlefield, not even at the pub.

        I drove on. t . It    undulating up and do green carpet,    a little, kind of t’s like a . It makes you    to lie on it. And a bit a    for Oxford.

        I ill on my usual beat, irict’, as t. tural t by a kind of instinct I’d folloe. t y about ted to get    t I’d fixed tly e of t-book and tcase in t ually felt a temptation—I kne going to succumb to it, a emptation—to c of feeling t so long as I    I ill i’s not too late, I t. till time to do table to Pudley, for instance, see t at Pudley) and find out if aer I could even turn round, go back to    of t.

        I slo to t I? For about a sed I empted. But no! I tooted to the Oxford road.

        ell, I’d do. I    rue t five miles farted to, I could turn to t again a back to ester for t I rictly speaking I    perfectly certain t t it.    approve of a trip of topped me if tty well everybody.

        ually    ter me already. t of t uand     ards oo    it. track. It o see t, of course, agging after ive expression, and Miss Minns rusress os left be    Crum and t trodden pen-puse garden-rollers, some of ttle Austin Sevens. And all t ary, Scotland Yard, temperance League, tler and Stalin on a tandem bicycle, ter me. I could almost ing:

        ‘to escape! t be streamlined! o Loer op him!’

        It’s queer. trong t I actually took a peep ttle    to make sure I    being folloy sce, I suppose. But ty    behind me.

        I trod on ttled into ties. A fees later I    terurning. So t . I’d burnt my boats. t of self in my mind t my h.
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