"The sea again; the sea! The Le Geyts love the water.

Was there any place on the sea where he went much as a boy--any lonely place, I mean, in that North Devon district ?" Mrs.Mallet reflected a moment.

"Yes, there was a little bay--a mere gap in high cliffs, with some fishermen's huts and a few yards of beach--where he used to spend much of his holidays.

It was a weird-looking break in a grim sea-wall of dark-red rocks, where the tide rose high, rolling in from the Atlantic." "The very thing! Has he visited it since he grew up ?" "To my knowledge, never." Hilda's voice had a ring of certainty.

"Then THAT is where we shall find him, dear! We must look there first.