"He wants you." He walked ahead and pushed the door open.

Austin Turold followed, but started back as he looked within.
Then he entered, his eyes dwelling on the shadowy outline on the couch in the corner.
"What has happened at Flint House, Ravenshaw?
Now--to-night, I mean." He spoke shakily.

"There's a story abroad of Thalassa having been seen carrying a figure through the churchtown and entering your house.

Has somebody fallen off the cliffs--been drowned?
Is that it ?" He stepped quickly across to the couch, and, looking down, as swiftly recoiled.

"What does this mean ?" he hoarsely cried.
Ravenshaw did not speak.
"Miss Sisily fell over the cliffs by the Moon Rock," said Thalassa.