The Hog’s Back Mystery

“Ursula! I am glad to see you!” Julia Earle moved forward to the carriage door to greet the tall, well-dressed woman who stepped down on the platform of the tiny station of Ash in Surrey.“Julia! This is nice!” They kissed affectionately, then the new arrival swung round to a second woman who had followed in the wake of the first.“And Marjorie! My goodness, Marjorie,”—they also kissed—“when I remember the last time I saw you! I declare we haven’t met since Bolsover. How many years ago is that?”“Don’t let’s think. You’re not much altered, Ursula. I should have known you easily.”“Nor are you; wonderfully little.” She turned back to the first woman. “And how’s the world, Julia?”