At its entrance was a tall iron upright, with a ladder attached and a great lamp at the top.
"That is to show them the way in at night, isn't it ?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Yes," she told him.

"Mr.Fentolin had it placed there.

And yet," she went on, "curiously enough, since it was erected, there have been more wrecks than ever." "It doesn't seem a dangerous beach," he remarked.
She pointed to a spot about fifty yards from the Tower.

It was the spot to which the woman whom he had met on the day of his arrival had pointed.
"You can't see them," she said; "they are always out of sight, even when the tide is at the lowest--but there are some hideous sunken rocks there.

'The Daggers,' they call them.