The Violet Car

I walked up the lane -- I had promised him to stand near that corner for five minutes, and I stood there in the deepening dusk, looking up towards the downs and the sea. There were pale stars. Everything was very still. Five minutes is a long time. I held my watch in my hand. Four -- four and a quarter --four and a half. Five. I turned instantly. And then I saw that he had followed me -- he was standing a dozen yards away -- and his face was turned from me. His eyes were fixed upon something, but I could not see what he was looking at.
"No, no, no, no, no... the car, the violet car..." …