After being given the go-ahead by the Landlord to spend the night, Alan arrives at possibly the most desolate spot on earth - during a snowstorm - a good five miles outside the small train station of Potter Heigham in Norfolk, where Alan will be checking on a bungalow that he and his wife will be renting as their holiday home come August. Being February (Mrs. Alan believes in planning ahead), it's snowbound. During his first night there, a young woman's car breaks down outside the bungalow and he, being gallant, goes to her assistance. Rather than being grateful, the girl is surly and uncommunicative, even when a lorry driver loaded with milk cans stops and agrees to give her a lift to Norwich. After agreeing to come back for her car in the morning, the two leave after the lorry driver and Alan push the car into the garage about 15 yards from the bungalow. After they left, Alan begins to wonder where the girl came from, driving in the middle of the night on a little-used road - a road one would use if one wanted to avoid people - as if she were driving a stolen car. This idea thrilled Alan so he decides to go back to the garage to check up on the car to see if can find any more information...
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Leslie Harrison Lambert, known as A.J. Alan, was an English magician, intelligence officer, short story writer and radio broadcaster. Lambert contacted a member of the then British Broadcasting Company to suggest he might tell one of his own short stories on the radio. This was accepted and so, as A. J. Alan, he broadcast My Adventure in Jermyn Street, on 31 January 1924. Following his immediate success, he quickly became one of the most popular broadcasting personalities of the time. He went to considerable trouble over writing each story, taking a couple of months over each one, and only broadcasting about five times a year. He carefully constructed an apparently extemporary, conversational, style making his stories seem like anecdotes concerning strange events that had happened to him. The endings were whimsical and unexpected. Contrary to the common belief that his stories were told "off the cuff", Lambert took immense care over his broadcasts which were, of course, live. He used cards rather than papers to avoid rustling noises and kept a candle lit in case the lights failed.[1][8] He always wore a dinner jacket and Stuart Hibberd described him as "a neat figure in perfectly cut evening dress, with eye glass and a slim black brief case". It was known that "A. J. Alan" was not his true name but only once, in 1933, was his identity guessed when an old school friend, by then living in Jamaica, recognised his voice. Many of his stories were subsequently printed in newspapers and magazines and were included in anthologies of short stories. Three collections of his stories have been published. From 1937 his health was not good so he reduced his radio work and made his last broadcast on 21 March 1940. [https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/A.\_J....]
