“In prowling about the ruins of the old building today I found the
remains of an ancient chapel. In one end was an altar, tumbling to ruin.
In a little niche, dust covered, was a bottle of Holy Water. I have
seized upon it and have hidden it in my room. Perhaps it will save us
both.
“I wonder if The Bodymaster has sold himself to the devil? I have heard
of such things. No one would believe that such a thing is possible.
Yet who would believe that the happenings which I have recorded in my
diary could have taken place? They sound like witchcraft, so strange, so
diabolical are they. I never believed in such things, but now I am ready
to believe anything.”