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‘The vil­lage was empty. Billy Styles couldn’t un­der­stand it. They hadn’t seen a liv­ing soul on the road from the sta­tion, and even the green was de­serted, though the weather was the kind that nor­mally brought peo­ple out of doors. The finest sum­mer since the war! The news­pa­pers had been re­peat­ing the phrase for weeks now as one ra­di­ant day fol­lowed another, with no end to the heat­wave in sight. But here in High­field, sun­shine lay like a curse on empty cot­tage gar­dens. Only the head­stones in the church­yard, crowd­ing the moss­cov­ered stone wall flank­ing the road, gave mute ev­i­dence of a hu­man pres­ence. “They’re all at the house,” Boyce said, as though in ex­pla­na­tion. He was an in­spec­tor with the Sur­rey po­lice, a thin, grey man with an anx­ious look.’

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