and the sky was beginning to change colour. I thought it late enough now to Linda again. as I walked was It was still difficult to see on the beach, but the sea saw something the water. It was being by the waves. I bent down pulled backwards and I don't know why bu to a woman's newspaper story about the immediately thought of the River Deben. It woman's that had been found just like the sort of was small yellow shoe with a low heel, the other a that moment I saw shoes that Linda wore. At hoe. It was higher up on the beach and was completely dry. It hadn't been in the sea What worried me was that the shoes weren't old. Someone had thrown them away. In fact the shoes were almost new. Whose shoes were they? I walked and then ran back to the Ancient Mariner carrying the shoes. The door was open and Mary was washing glasses. "You're up early. Did Morning Mr Anderson," she said. you sleep all right?' She saw the shoes I was carrying. What have you got there? put the shoes on the bar. "I found them on the beach. How do you think they got there?" Mary put down the glass she was drying and picked up one of the shoes. "Well, anyone could have and then she looked up at me. You don't think they belong to your wife, do you?' "I don't know. I don't think it's possible. She's still in London. wanted Mary tell me I was right. of course they couldn't be Linda's shoes, I told myself. But then Mary told me something that worried me even more. "Look, Mr Anderson, this is probably nothing