"Ten miles. Off to the north."
"Not on our trail?" anxiously.
"You're going on, further?"
"Yes. To …" she hesitated, and then concluded hurriedly, "To Hill's
Corners."
He sat silent for a moment, his strong brown fingers playing with his knife and fork. And his eyes were merely stern when he spoke quietly.
"So you're going to Dead Man's Alley, are you?"
"I said that I was going to Hill's Corners!"
"And folks who know that quiet little city," he informed her, "have got into the habit of calling it by the name of its principal street…. I wonder if you've ever been there?"
"No. Why?"
"I wonder if you know anything about the place?"