The Beast Of Bad­der­s­ley Wood

The People's Friend Special - - HERITAGE -

YOU are truly a woman of sur­prises, Miss Lee,” Charles Maine de­clared as he helped Ade­line down from the car­riage and on to the plat­form of Greater Bad­der­s­ley sta­tion.

“How so, Mr Maine?” she asked, gen­uinely in­trigued.

Maine reached back into the car­riage and took the sin­gle suit­case which was her only lug­gage.

“When I wrote to you of my in­ten­tion to come here to in­ves­ti­gate the leg­end of the so-called Beast of Bad­der­s­ley, I did not ex­pect my first in­di­ca­tion of a re­sponse from you to be the sight of your name on the reg­is­ter of book­ings at the Bad­der­s­ley

Coach­ing House and Inn!”

“Mr Maine, did you not ex­tend to me an in­vi­ta­tion to join you on this ex­pe­di­tion to the coun­try?”

“That is so.”

“You may be a psy­chi­cal in­ves­ti­ga­tor, a ghosthunter in com­mon par­lance, and there­fore po­ten­tially no more than a rogue and a char­la­tan.

“But this is the late nine­teenth cen­tury, af­ter all. And am I not a mod­ern, in­de­pen­dent woman?”

In­de­pen­dent to a fault, her sis­ter was for ever telling her!

He smiled.

“In any event, I now re­alise I had barely given you suf­fi­cient time to re­spond for­mally to my in­vi­ta­tion to join in my in­ves­ti­ga­tion.”

The whis­tle blew, and with a cloud of smoke and steam from the en­gine the train pulled out of the sta­tion.

From the mo­ment she had alighted from the train, Ade­line had no­ticed the

They made an odd pair. One keen yet su­per­sti­tious, the other scorn­ing any­thing su­per­nat­u­ral!

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