Having mastered the contents of the letter and the concluding portion

of the manuscript I duly aroused the household, affecting an anxiety I

did not feel, for of course I thoroughly understood what had occurred.

An excited crowd, we searched hither and thither for traces of the

missing stranger, and it was not long before Deio, the old ostler,

had made a discovery which did not in the least astonish me. This was

the finding of some clothing held down with heavy stones at the edge

of the promontory only a quarter of a mile from the inn. Here the

demented man, long recognised as an eccentric by the neighbourhood,

must obviously have committed the act of self-destruction by throwing

himself over the cliff into the cold grey surge below. Although it was

wet and stormy, boatmen attempted to find further evidences of the

suicide at the base of the crags, but needless to add their search was

fruitless. There followed the usual tale of police inquiries ending in

nothing; of long columns in the local journals, and of short paragraphs

in the bigger organs of the Press, concerning the mysterious affair at

Glanymôr; but all this excitement died down with a rapidity that might

only have been expected in that period of tense anxiety which marked

the furious campaign on the Belgian frontier towards the close of

October. Interest in the strange occurrence soon flickered out before

such engrossing themes of comment and speculation, even in so remote a

spot as Glanymôr. Certainly a farm-hand at Pen Maelgwyn affirmed he

had heard the buzzing noise of an aeroplane that very night above the

Glanymôr cliffs, despite its being too dark for him to distinguish any

object; and though everybody belittled or disbelieved this statement,

its author stoutly maintained to the last that he was positive he had

not been mistaken in his surmise.

I know John Lewis, the cow-man, was right; and I also know it was the

call of the craft wherein my late companion, the King of Meleager, went

up into a world of light and left me alone and sorrowing here.

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