A! THE ITINERANT WEBSTER hadn’t expected that, Kevin thought to himself with entirely misplaced triumph. He didn’t know why he felt so smug about it, leading the way down the cliff path toward home. It wasn’t like the man was one of those the wild open spaces including your garden belong to all of us rambler-types that he sometimes had to fend off with a big stick at the height of the tourist season. He seemed a perfectly inoffensive ex-army mechanic with a bit of a limp who was on a solo walking holiday. A little early in the year for it...March was a bit windy to be camping, especially this near the coast, but he obviously knew what he was doing.
He climbed over the stile that marked the boundary of his property and waited on the other side for Webster to climb down. He hesitated swingi
