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attics, was placed back in the rooms.”
    “I had been in England a few days when this happened, Jestyn. I had hardly shaken off the dust from the airport…”
    “Airport?”
    From her purse, Jane took out her airline stub and ticket jacket, where there was a picture of an American Airlines jet, and leaning over to Jestyn she explained the picture.
    “This is an airplane. The airplane flies in the air much like a long carriage with wings and it lands at the airport. It carries a great many passengers.”
    “Good Lord!”
    Jestyn stared at the picture of the airplane for a long time.
    “I am as astounded to being in the past as you are by seeing these things from the future,” Jane said. “I have never thought it possible to go to the past. Who would?
    “Why did you come to Lydford with your mother when you were fourteen?”
    My parents were born in England and Mom was pregnant with me when they moved to the United States and became citizens. When I decided to come here to Lydford, I did so because I felt it connected me in a way to my mother. I had always wanted to return and touch your portrait again. I felt it was a way to take me away from disquieting thoughts. You see, I had just recently lost both my parents in an accident and shortly after had broken my engagement.”
    “Engagement?”
    “Yes, my – uh – betrothal.”
    “When I woke up and rather than being in Lydford touching your painting I was lying on a dirt road, I was astounded. I had a very eerie feeling, besides,” Jane went on. “I wondered if it was a troupe staging events for tourists.
    “In fact, as I pondered my situation, looking around with my flashlight, I tried to make sense of it and couldn’t. I wondered if the tour people had sprayed me with a mist that made me lose consciousness or given Cybil and me something in our tea when we weren’t looking in order to rob us.
    “Then I heard the sound of horses’ hooves and saw your carriage in the distance--and you know what happened next. Without thinking too clearly I wanted to stop your carriage. I needed for someone to tell me what was going on!
    “And now that I find that is not so, I really wish I had been robbed and made to believe I was in another time. That at least I could deal with rather than being stuck in the past! ”
    “Are you afraid you might not be able to return to your time?” Jestyn asked with great concern. He appeared worried that Jane might be trapped, as she feared, unable to return to the time she came from.
    “Jestyn, the only connection I have to the moment I left my time is this pendant. This pendant, I think, holds the secret of my being able to go back to my time. Will you help me?”
    “I will do everything in my power, Jane. But why do you believe I might be able to help you? You seem to know more about all this than I do.”
    “Because this pendant was in your hand in the portrait, Jestyn. When you posed for the portrait, do you remember having it in your hand?”
    “No, I am certain I did not have your pendant with me. May I see it?”
    “Sure.” Jane removed the chain from around her neck from which hung the stone and handed it to Jestyn.
    Jestyn took the pendant and stared intently at it for a while.
    “Well, it’s as strange to me as if I looked at it for the first time,” he said.
    “All my troubles started the moment I saw the pendant in your hand.” Jane laughed nervously. “It just drew me toward it and I touched your hand and felt it warm against mine!”
    “I can assure you that I have never seen this pendant before, but if in your time you saw it in my hand, there must be a reference to it in my time. The answer might be in the journals of the estate and if not that, then we will seek out the artist that painted the portrait. Jane, I want to do everything in my power to help you return to your time.”
    “Thank you, Jestyn. You’re right, the clue might lie with your ancestors. I must believe in something . I cannot live