Low and faint, the sinking moonlight looked its last at the dull earth.

In front of her, there was nothing to be seen but the road.

She looked back--and discovered the milestone.
A rough stone wall protected the land on either side of the road.
Nearly behind the milestone there was a gap in this fence, partially closed by a hurdle.

A half-ruined culvert, arching a ditch that had run dry, formed a bridge leading from the road to the field.

Had the field been already chosen as a place of concealment by the police?
Nothing was to be seen but a footpath, and the dusky line of a plantation beyond it.