It seemed a long wild journey in the dark, but actually only half an hour passed before the car emerged from the wind and rain of the moors into the dimly-lighted stone street of the churchtown.

A few minutes later the car stopped, and the driver informed Mr.and Mrs.Pendleton in a Cornish drawl that they had reached Dr.Ravenshaw's.
Husband and wife emerged from the car and discerned a square stone house lying back from the road behind a white fence.

They walked up the path from the gate and rang the bell.
A rugged and freckled servant lass answered the ring, and stared hard at the visitors from a pair of Cornish brown eyes.

On learning their names she conducted them into a small room off the hall and departed to inform the doctor of their arrival.
Dr.Ravenshaw came in immediately.

The quick glance he bestowed upon his visitors expressed surprise, but he merely invited them to be seated and waited for them to explain the object of their late visit.