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A scrambling leap brought him to the top of the bank, but the motor was roaring and the back wheels spinning on the grass, with a mighty bound forward, Jim's clutching gingers grasped the case tied to the bumper, but at the same moment the wheels caught the tarmac, the car leapt forward, the string snapped and Jim toppled backwards, the heavy case hitting him a violent blow on the chest. When he recovered his senses the car was out of sight round the bend, heading back the way they had come. The girl had taken with her everything he possessed, even the clothes he had left on the drivers seat were gone.

He thought she would have had the decency to throw them out but glancing round he saw she had left nothing. Looking towards the river he saw he had cut a swathe through the undergrowth which would have done credit to a tank. His trunks were hanging from a branch and, climbing down to retrieve them, he found they were torn to shreds and absolutely useless.

Gradually the seriousness of his situation dawned on him. He was alone at the roadside in an isolated Welsh valley, without clothes, money or transport and he knew there was not a house for over ten miles back the way he had come. The wisest course would be to walk forward but looking across the valley he saw the mountain tops had disappeared behind banks of black cloud and as he watched the sun was lost to view. He shivered involuntarily. First he would have to see what the case contained. It was unlocked and opened at a touch, and, as he suspected, was filled with women's clothes, but very untidily packed. Now shivering violently, he sorted through the case looking for a pair of slacks which might fit him, but his search was unsuccessful. All the clothes were very feminine and of a high quality and had obviously been very expensive when new. His perplexity deepened. Either the girl was much more feminine than she had appeared during their brief contact or these things belonged to someone else.

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