沉睡的谋杀案37

时间：2026-02-04 01:34:03

（单词翻译:单击）

Lily Kimble got out of the train at Dillmouth Junction and walked across

the bridge to the siding where the little local train was waiting. There

were few passengers—a half-dozen at most. It was a slack time of day and

in any case it was market day at Helchester.

Presently the train started—puffing its way importantly along a winding

valley. There were three stops before the terminus at Lonsbury Bay: New-

ton Langford, Matchings Halt (for Woodleigh Camp) and Woodleigh

Bolton.

Lily Kimble looked out of the window with eyes that did not see the lush

countryside, but saw instead a Jacobean suite upholstered in jade green….

She was the only person to alight at the tiny station of Matchings Halt.

She gave up her ticket and went out through the booking office. A little

way along the road a signpost with “To Woodleigh Camp” indicated a foot-

path leading up a steep hill.

Lily Kimble took the footpath and walked briskly uphill. The path skir-

ted the side of a wood, on the other side the hill rose steeply covered with

heather and gorse.

Someone stepped out from the trees and Lily Kimble jumped.

“My, you did give me a start,” she exclaimed. “I wasn’t expecting to meet

you here.”

“Gave you a surprise, did I? I’ve got another surprise for you.”

It was very lonely in among the trees. There was no one to hear a cry or

a struggle. Actually there was no cry and the struggle was very soon over.

A wood-pigeon, disturbed, flew out of the wood….

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