ADVENTURE AT THE CASTLE 32, 



itself past fern and pine and dying away in Fairy- 

 land. 



A tunnel took the train, and then out of the 

 roaring darkness it swept into sunlight again and 

 great plains of bracken and heather. 



Miss Grimshaw undid the strap of her rug and 

 packed her newspapers and books inside. The 

 train was slowing. By the time she had got all 

 her things together it was drawing up at a long 

 platform whose notice-board read: 



" CLOYNE " 



The girl opened the door of the carriage and 

 stepped on to the platform and into a world of 

 sunlight, silence and breeze. 



The air was like wine. 



There were a few people on the platform, a 

 woman in a red cloak, a priest who had stepped 

 out of the train, a couple of farmers and several 

 porters busily engaged in taking some baskets of 

 Uve fowl (to judge by the sound) out of the guard's 

 van, and a seedy-looking individual in a tall hat 

 and frock coat who looked strangely out of keeping 

 with his surroundings. 



" Is there not a porter to take luggage out of 

 the train? " asked Miss Grimshaw of a long, squint- 

 eyed, foxy-looking man — half groom, haK game- 

 keeper — who was walking along the train length 

 peeping into each carriage as if in search of some- 

 thing. 



" Porthers, miss," repHed the foxy person, 



