And then, while going up a lane, which he knew to be at any rate in the
right direction, he came to a park gate. Just within was a lodge, and in
one of the windows of the lodge there shone a light. Again Radmore
stopped the car and jumped out, Timmy still heavily asleep.
He went up to the door of the lodge and rapped with his knuckles. It
opened and revealed a young woman, fully dressed. "What do you want?" she
exclaimed, in a frightened voice.
"I've lost my way," he said, "and seeing a light in your window, I
ventured to knock. I've no idea where I am--I want to get to Beechfield."
"Beechfield? Why, you're nigh forty miles from there," she said,
surprised.
"Can you tell me how I can get on to the Portsmouth Road?"
"Aye, I think I could do that; but stop your engine, please--I've a
little girl in here as is very ill."
He ran out and did what she asked. Then he came back, and as she took him
into her tiny living-room, he saw that there were tears rolling down her
tired face.
"Is your child very ill?" he asked.
She nodded. "Doctor says if she can get through the next two days she may
be all right."
"Is your husband with you?"
She shook her head.
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