And at the end of the quays and the wooded promontories which terminated the land view, lay the North Sea, cold, grey, and mysterious in the waning October light, and out of its bosom rose, close to the shore, great masses of high grey rocks, strong and fantastic of shape, and further away, almost indistinct in the distance, an island, on the highest point of which the ruins of some old religious house were silhouetted against the horizon.
"Just the place!" repeated Stafford.

"He'd have cheerfully travelled a thousand miles to see this.

And now--we know he came here--what we next want to know is, what he did when he got here ?" Copplestone, who had been taking in every detail of the scene before him, pointed to a house of many gables and queer chimneys which stood a little way beneath them at the point where the waters of a narrow stream ran into the bay.
"That looks like an inn," he said.

"I think I can make out a sign on the gable-end.

Let's go down there and inquire.