Fate and an easy-running Spanz brought Andrew Macleod to the environs of Beverley. The town itself is at the end of a reluctant branch line, and has no visible excuse for existence, or means of support. Yet, for some extraordinary reason, the people of Beverley did not starve and the queer little shops that formed its one broad, shaded street had the appearance of prosperity. This it could not have drawn from its aristocratic suburb, for Beverley Green had its supplies from the great department stores elsewhere, and came only to the town for such stocks as had been overlooked in the ordering. Andy brought his long-bonneted car to a rest before the post office and got down. In five minutes h…
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