'
She ran up the path. Against her wish I followed her for a time. She
moved towards the same dangerous ledge of rock where I had last seen
her on that day before she vanished in the mist.
I cried out as I followed her, 'Winnie, for God's sake don't run that
danger!'
'No danger at all,' she cried. 'I know every rock as well as you know
every boulder of Raxton Cliffs.'
I watched her poising herself on the ledge; it made me dizzy. Her
confidence, however, was so great that I began to feel she was safe;
and after she had passed out of sight I returned to the llyn where we
had breakfasted.
Sinfi's music ceased, but Winifred did not return. I sat down on the
rock and tried to think, but soon found that the feat was impossible.
The turbulent waves of my emotion seemed to have washed my brain
clear of all thoughts. The mystery in connection with Sinfi was now
as great as the mystery connected with the rescue of Winifred from
the mattress in Primrose Court. So numbed was my brain that I at last
pinched myself to make sure that I was awake.
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