About noon
From London she travelled south and west , and beyond purchasing at Salisbury a warm red-hooded cape bought nothing and transacted no business except for a brief cablegram to New York despatched from London , signed with initials only , and a telegram to a small town in the south of England . On arriving at this town , she waited fully an hour at the little station , but if the time were wasted , she did not seem to feel the waste annoying , for she sat comfortably on a bench , her box and umbrella at her stout-shod feet , her eyes placidly on the distance . A stray dog attached himself to her and laid his black head on her umbrella ; she made no motion to drive him away . About noon a red-faced teamster drove into the square before the station , looked about inquiringly , caught her eye and dismounted . `` Name o ' Stranger ? '' he asked gruffly ; she nodded . `` Have you the wagon ? ''