CHAPTER 30Though she could remember one or two uncomfortable days in her life, Lois Reddle could not recall one that bore any comparison with the twenty hours that followed her departure from Gallows Farm. She had been awakened by the woman at some unknown hour in the middle of the night, ordered to dress and come downstairs. The first order was easy to obey, for she had not taken off her clothes. When she came down into the passage she found the doctor waiting for her. He was wearing his heaviest overcoat, and carried a thick stick, and was testing a flash-lamp as she joined him.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked, as he led her across the yard to the accompaniment of the savage chorus of the dogs.
“You’ll find out in good time,” was the uncompromising reply. “I don’t want you to ask
