THE HOUSE ON THE CLIFF,
byby Hal Meredith
THE cliff formed one of the horns of a little bay about ten miles north of Whitby. The house stood in a plot of cultivated ground some fifty yards from the edge of the cliff and three-quarters of a mile from any other habitation.
It was a very small house—a mere cottage, in fact—and was flanked on each side by the ruins of several other cottages.
In former times, when the trade in jet had been a flourishing industry, these ruined cottages had been the homes of the sturdy miners who had worked in the jet-mines, with which the cliff was honeycombed. With the decay of the industry, however, the miners had departed, the cottages had fallen into ruin, and the only men who now worked in the mines were two or three men from the neighbouring village of
