But I know. Oh, I can't explain it; I daresay common sense and
probability are all against it, but I've seen things with my own eyes
that pass all comprehension. I tell you, he has powers of the most awful
kind. That first day when I was alone with him, he seemed to take me to
some kind of sabbath. I don't know what it was, but I saw horrors, vile
horrors, that rankled for ever after like poison in my mind; and when we
went up to his house in Staffordshire, I recognized the scene; I
recognized the arid rocks, and the trees, and the lie of the land. I knew
I'd been there before on that fatal afternoon. Oh, you must believe me!
Sometimes I think I shall go mad with the terror of it all.'
Arthur did not speak. Her words caused a ghastly suspicion to flash
through his mind, and he could hardly contain himself. He thought that
some dreadful shock had turned her brain. She buried her face in her
hands.
'Look here,' he said, 'you must come away at once. You can't continue to
live with him. You must never go back to Skene.'
'I can't leave him.
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