The Beast Of Baddersley Wood
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!
“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!