"Different, one imagines, from the rugged North!" "Very different," Thirlwell agreed, and took out a photograph.

"You will see that by the picture I promised to bring." Agatha took the photograph.

It showed a broad stretch of sullen water with a strip of forest on the other side.

The pines were ragged and stunted and some leaned across each other, while the gloomy sky was smeared by the smoke of a forest-fire.

In the foreground, angry waves broke in foaming turmoil among half-covered rocks.