CHAPTER 3The grim entrance of Telsbury Convict Establishment is mercifully hidden behind a screen of thick-growing pines. Its red walls have mellowed with age, and but for the high tower in the centre of the prison a traveller would pass it unnoticed. Hiding all the heartache that has made the word “Dartmoor” synonymous with sorrow, Telsbury has missed the fame of its fellow-prison.
Lois had already made two visits to the prison on her employer’s business. A client of the firm had prosecuted a woman who had been engaged in systematic fraud, and she had been sent down for five years. It had been necessary to secure her signature to certain deeds transferring back to their lawful owner stocks which had been fraudulently converted.
Stopping her car broadside on to the high black gates, she
