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Lastly
,
if
the
police
come
seeking
me
,
just
show
them
the
car
in
the
glen
.
If
the
other
lot
turn
up
,
tell
them
I
caught
the
south
express
after
your
meeting
.
"
He
did
,
or
promised
to
do
,
all
these
things
.
I
shaved
off
the
remnants
of
my
moustache
,
and
got
inside
an
ancient
suit
of
what
I
believe
is
called
heather
mixture
.
The
map
gave
me
some
notion
of
my
whereabouts
,
and
told
me
the
two
things
I
wanted
to
know
--
where
the
main
railway
to
the
south
could
be
joined
,
and
what
were
the
wildest
districts
near
at
hand
.
At
two
o'clock
he
wakened
me
from
my
slumbers
in
the
smoking-room
armchair
,
and
led
me
blinking
into
the
dark
starry
night
.
An
old
bicycle
was
found
in
a
tool-shed
and
handed
over
to
me
.
"
First
turn
to
the
right
up
by
the
long
fir-wood
,
"
he
enjoined
.
"
By
daybreak
you
'll
be
well
into
the
hills
.
Then
I
should
pitch
the
machine
into
a
bog
and
take
to
the
moors
on
foot
.
You
can
put
in
a
week
among
the
shepherds
,
and
be
as
safe
as
if
you
were
in
New
Guinea
.
"
I
pedalled
diligently
up
steep
roads
of
hill
gravel
till
the
skies
grew
pale
with
morning
.
As
the
mists
cleared
before
the
sun
,
I
found
myself
in
a
wide
green
world
with
glens
falling
on
every
side
and
a
far-away
blue
horizon
.
Here
,
at
any
rate
,
I
could
get
early
news
of
my
enemies
.
I
sat
down
on
the
very
crest
of
the
pass
and
took
stock
of
my
position
.
Behind
me
was
the
road
climbing
through
a
long
cleft
in
the
hills
,
which
was
the
upper
glen
of
some
notable
river
.
In
front
was
a
flat
space
of
maybe
a
mile
,
all
pitted
with
bog-holes
and
rough
with
tussocks
,
and
then
beyond
it
the
road
fell
steeply
down
another
glen
to
a
plain
whose
blue
dimness
melted
into
the
distance
.
To
left
and
right
were
round-shouldered
green
hills
as
smooth
as
pancakes
,
but
to
the
south
--
that
is
,
the
left
hand
--
there
was
a
glimpse
of
high
heathery
mountains
,
which
I
remembered
from
the
map
as
the
big
knot
of
hill
which
I
had
chosen
for
my
sanctuary
.
I
was
on
the
central
boss
of
a
huge
upland
country
,
and
could
see
everything
moving
for
miles
.
In
the
meadows
below
the
road
half
a
mile
back
a
cottage
smoked
,
but
it
was
the
only
sign
of
human
life
.
Otherwise
there
was
only
the
calling
of
plovers
and
the
tinkling
of
little
streams
.
It
was
now
about
seven
o'clock
,
and
as
I
waited
I
heard
once
again
that
ominous
beat
in
the
air
.
Then
I
realized
that
my
vantage-ground
might
be
in
reality
a
trap
.
There
was
no
cover
for
a
tomtit
in
those
bald
green
places
.
I
sat
quite
still
and
hopeless
while
the
beat
grew
louder
.
Then
I
saw
an
aeroplane
coming
up
from
the
east
.
It
was
flying
high
,
but
as
I
looked
it
dropped
several
hundred
feet
and
began
to
circle
round
the
knot
of
hill
in
narrowing
circles
,
just
as
a
hawk
wheels
before
it
pounces
.
Now
it
was
flying
very
low
,
and
now
the
observer
on
board
caught
sight
of
me
.
I
could
see
one
of
the
two
occupants
examining
me
through
glasses
.
Suddenly
it
began
to
rise
in
swift
whorls
,
and
the
next
I
knew
it
was
speeding
eastward
again
till
it
became
a
speck
in
the
blue
morning
.
