r that her life
was to be linked to a man she did not love.

I was very calm I remember, even though the fires of hell burnt in my
heart. After all, the anger which is most dangerous is not that which
raves and cries aloud, but that which makes no noise. Calm as I was, I
felt my muscles grow hard, and I had a kind of savage joy within me as
I pictured the death agony on his face and heard the death rattle in
his throat. Nevertheless, I would not act foolishly, and I set myself
to thinking how I could bring my desires to pass.

How should I enter the house? How should I be able to get Wilfred away
alone?

Surely, the powers of darkness were on my side, for while I waited and
watched I saw him come out of the tower entrance, and walk in the
direction of the gate that led out to the headland where I was.

"Ah!" said I, "God is going to give you into my hands. He is a just
God! He will not grant me love, but He will grant me hate, and He will
find a means of vengeance."

He came out of the gate and wandered slowly on. I was too far away to
see his face clearly in the evening light, but could see he moved with
the old, careless swing. Ten years had scarcely altered his
appearance. He was still the elegant, handsome Wilfred.

He walked towards the vicarage, and took the coast path. So much the
better--it was the most lonely path in the countryside. It suited my
purpose exactly. I followed silently. No sound of footsteps could be
heard, for the grass was soft and spongy; the grass on which we had
often played together as boys.

He wandered along aimlessly as though he had come out to be alone. He
did not look back; but every now and then stopped and gazed at the
"Devil's Tooth," the five great prongs of which could be clearly seen
in the evening light.

Presently I thought we had gone far enough for my purpose, and so I
went up to him.

"I desire to speak to you," I said.

He turned round sharply, and looked straight at me.

"Who are you?" he cried.

"Look and see," I said.

The moon had risen, the sky was clear, and my features could be plainly
seen.

He looked at me steadily with his sharp brilliant eyes, and spoke again.

"I do not know you."

"I think you do," I said. "You and I have often played on yonder
headland, often wrestled there; look again."

Then he gave a great start, and trembled.

"My God, it is Roger!" he cried.

"Ah, you remember at last, do you? Yes, it is Roger."