She's at Mrs.Jones's, and thinks he has lost his way in the fog coming home from Bell Rock." The policeman departed on his melancholy errand and the procession moved swiftly across the sandy beach and up the stone-paved way by which boats were dragged down the cliff to the sea.

The village of Bryngelly lay to the right.

It had grown away from the church, which stood dangerously near the edge of the cliff.

On the further side of the church, and a little behind it, partly sheltered from the sea gales by a group of stunted firs, was the Vicarage, a low single-storied stone-roofed building, tenanted for twenty-five years past and more by Beatrice's father, the Rev.Joseph Granger.

The best approach to it from the Bryngelly side was by the churchyard, through which the men with the stretchers were now winding, followed by the crowd of sightseers.
"Might as well leave them here at once," said one of the bearers to the other in Welsh.