The haunting hand

Mid October, with its tang, and the blazoned glory of its skies and sun and tawny trees! Margot Anstruther thanked a kind fate that she could live these brilliant, exhilarating days out of doors. Had she been confined to office or classroom, her restless spirit would have carried her body with it, in reckless escape. Long Island — where the Superfilm Company studio spread over the landscape — although not precisely the Maine woods or sea, or the open spaces of her own wide - flung West, at least spelled trees and grass and fresh air.