Chapter 22

“I would like to take a walk on the moor,” Susan declared,” to get that damned horror story out of my mind in which Billington reveled in. There are more steps at the end of the terrace,” she finally said.

“I shall come up with you,” said Nathan,” There is a stony ground higher up. Thankfully I have the motoring gloves and they will work just fine. Then in case we trip, we won’t at least rip our hands.”

Susan marveled at his ahead thinking.

They walked a long way across the recently trimmed grass and then the slope began. So did the rough ground, littered with stones of different colours. Susan wearing her gloves reached the edge of the moor first. Behind her, Nathan who had a very sensitive nose for different odours made a face.

Susan eased her way along the narrow path between the tall gorse bushes