The door opened and Blanche stood in the doorway smiling; on seeing her, Dick decided to ask if anyone had been to the house during the past hour or two, which could account for the footprints. He looked back along the path first, intending to explain why he was asking. He was relieved to see he hadn’t imagined the footprints; three sets were there plain to be seen up to where he stood. It wasn’t snowing, but the snow already on the ground suddenly began swirling around his feet as though it had life of its own. It looked like a small whirlwind as it moved slowly along the path in the direction of his car, brushing away the footprints as it went. Dick was speechless. He was just about to ask Blanche who they were from, but they were disappearing before his eyes. ‘What’s wrong Dick, why have you stopped in the middle of the path, did you leave something in your car? I’m freezing standing here with the door open and it’s making the house cold.’ Dick felt as though he were in a trance, he was mesmerized watching the footprints being swept away as though by a broom. What had his mind in more turmoil was; his own footprints were still there. Blanche’s voice brought him to his senses. ‘Nothing dear, I thought I heard a voice that’s all. It must have been the radio from a passing vehicle.’ from-PLEA FROM A STRANGER.
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