The sea is rising." Late in the afternoon M.Selo landed his strange passenger upon the pebbly beach of the accursed island.

He led her up on the rocks, talking, and pointing across the sea.
"Beyond is the Atlantic, and on yonder headland are the great menhirs of Carnac--thirty thousand of them, brought there before Christ was born.

But the Evil One loves this island best of all places.

It has in it the mystery of the world.

Come," he said, in an awed voice.