It had been deserted when I left it, but now I saw a cyclist riding down it from the opposite direction to that in which I had come.
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He was clad in a dark suit, and I saw that he had a black beard.
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On reaching the end of the Charlington grounds he sprang from his machine and led it through a gap in the hedge, disappearing from my view.
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A quarter of an hour passed and then a second cyclist appeared.
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This time it was the young lady coming from the station.
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I saw her look about her as she came to the Charlington hedge.
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An instant later the man emerged from his hiding-place, sprang upon his cycle, and followed her.
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In all the broad landscape those were the only moving figures, the graceful girl sitting very straight upon her machine, and the man behind her bending low over his handle-bar, with a curiously furtive suggestion in every movement.
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She looked back at him and slowed her pace.
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He slowed also.
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She stopped.
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He at once stopped too, keeping two hundred yards behind her.
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Her next movement was as unexpected as it was spirited.
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She suddenly whisked her wheels round and dashed straight at him! He was as quick as she, however, and darted off in desperate flight.
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Presently she came back up the road again, her head haughtily in the air, not deigning to take any further notice of her silent attendant.
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He had turned also, and still kept his distance until the curve of the road hid them from my sight.
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I remained in my hiding-place, and it was well that I did so, for presently the man reappeared cycling slowly back.
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He turned in at the Hall gates and dismounted from his machine.
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For some few minutes I could see him standing among the trees.
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His hands were raised and he seemed to be settling his necktie.
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Then he mounted his cycle and rode away from me down the drive towards the Hall.
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I ran across the heath and peered through the trees.
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Far away I could catch glimpses of the old grey building with its bristling Tudor chimneys, but the drive ran through a dense shrubbery, and I saw no more of my man.
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However, it seemed to me that I had done a fairly good morning's work, and I walked back in high spirits to Farnham.
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The local house-agent could tell me nothing about Charlington Hall, and referred me to a well-known firm in Pall Mall.
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