Chapter 5
ELDRIDGE looked quickly to right and left, and started for the station. It was his usual hour—the best in the day if you wanted to go unobserved. At 11:30 in the morning everybody was either at work or on the sands.
It had been a stroke of luck—that telegram calling him to the office yesterday. And the luck had held, for he had been able to finish off his work in the early afternoon and to slip back, as he had intended, that same night to Margaret in Eastrepps. No one had seen him going from the station to Margaret's house in the dying light—no one except a policeman on his beat, and that did not matter, for the man was a stranger. Besides, it had been dark, and the policeman had been talking to someone.
Eldridge continued on his way trying to suppress the feeling of guilt whi
