He emerged from the churchyard gate with a stern and moody face.
"Let us get home," he said, and his words were more of a command than request.
He walked across the road to the car with his sister and daughter.

The men by the cross followed.

They were his brother, his brother's son, his sister's husband, and the local doctor, whose name was Ravenshaw.

With a clang and a hoot the car started on the return journey.

The winding cobbled street of the churchtown was soon left behind for a road which struck across the lonely moors to the sea.