Sinopsis

WHERE for?" asked the guard. "Nymph Aurelia," I replied. "Change at Great Wivel-ton," he commented. The door was banged, the whistle sounded, and the important-looking train drew slowly along the platform. All that I knew about Nymph Aurelia could have been written on the back of a postage stamp. Five years previously I was living at Woollambo just clearing expenses. I should perhaps explain that Woollambo is a rather out-of-the-way spot in the Mount Valkyria district of Western Australia. I was prospecting one day when a scrap of paper, blown from heaven knows where, came skimming along the ground. I secured it and found that it was a page from an English railway guide; all that the sun and rain had left on it were the words, "Nymph Aurelia (347). See trains to Great Wivelton and thence twice daily."