"My impression is that I left my assailant unconscious upon the ground." "Then it is his ghost, I imagine, who haunts the Black Wood ?" Dominey shook himself as one who would get rid of an unwholesome thought.
"The wood itself, Prince," he explained, as they walked along, "is a noisome place.

There are quagmires even in the middle of it, where a man may sink in and be never heard of again.

Every sort of vermin abounds there, every unclean insect and bird are to be found in the thickets.

I suppose the character of the place has encouraged the local superstition in which every one of those men firmly believes." "They absolutely believe the place to be haunted, then ?" "The superstition goes further," Dominey continued.

"Our locals say that somewhere in the heart of the wood, where I believe that no human being for many years has dared to penetrate, there is living in the spiritual sense some sort of a demon who comes out only at night and howls underneath my windows." "Has any one ever seen it ?" "One or two of the villagers; to the best of my belief, no one else," Dominey replied.
Terniloff seemed on the point of asking more questions, but the Duke touched him on the arm and drew him to one side, as though to call his attention to the sea fogs which were rolling up from the marshes.
"Prince," he whispered, "the details of that story are inextricably mixed up with the insanity of Lady Dominey.