"My grandfather built it for an old pensioner, but I do not think that it has been occupied for some time." "It is marvellously hidden," I said.

"I never had the least idea that there was a house here at all." We stood now on the edge of the cliff, and she pointed downwards.
"There is a little path there, you see, leading to the sands," she said.
"It saves you quite half the distance to your cottage if you do not mind a scramble.

You must take care just at first.

So many of the stones are loose." I understood that I was dismissed, and I thanked her and turned away.
But she almost immediately called me back.
"Mr.Ducaine!" "Lady Angela ?" Her dark eyes were fixed curiously upon my face.

She seemed to be weighing something in her mind.