Chapter FourMajor Armitage walked from the nearest station, Lenton. Chark, of course, hadn’t one. A place with a name like that wouldn’t have, as Sally had always insisted, much to Miss Eliza Meredith’s annoyance.
Bill Armitage was not, however, thinking of either Sally or her cousin Eliza. He had, in fact, not the slightest reason to connect Sally with Chark. He was merely going to meet M. Lasalle who refused point-blank to come to London.
As he walked, he regarded the countryside with a critical eye, and decided that the stretch of moorland on the right would make quite a decent golf course.
“Topping short hole over there, with a plateau green not at all unlike the fourth at Sunningdale,” he thought, as he stood for a minute or two where the footpath to the Smuggler’s Leap branched of
