About this story
A scornful young poet, John Heritage, falls in beside you and leads the way toward Huntingtower, an old house whose servant denies any tenants, though a woman's face appears at an upstairs window. A gang of street boys led by Dougal has mapped every guard change, and by dusk you are storming the gate as a stopped car unloads a hooded figure — and no one will say yet who it is.
How it opens
Retirement removed the grocery ledgers and left you with an alarming supply of mornings.
Mrs McCunnDickson, a walking tour is acceptable if it ends before weather proves you old.
Mrs McCunnYou have packed too much food and one poem nobody believes you will read.
Adventure begins when a merchant has no clerk left to contradict his route.
The Ayrshire road climbed toward Carrick beneath clouds moving faster than your plans.
You walk like a man expecting every hill to issue an invoice.