But the fiercest and most devilish of all that monstrous crew escaped! He fled spitting and snarling before the good father's sword— and, leaping off the face of Monk's Rock, vanished into the darkness of the night!
My belief is that this was the ruler of that infamous abbey— the Lord of Chazz— and that he lives still— in the person of Torkel Yarl! He is sustained by the power of those he serves, and in return for their protection, he sacrifices a victim at certain intervals!
The last Friday of this month is the Night of Sacrifice— and I need hardly add that Coral is the destined victim! Do not be led by blind love— or fear— into coming to interfere with my plans. It would be entirely fatal to Coral.
Your affectionate godfather, Donald Fremling.
[Coral Deane to Miles Warriner.]
Bracke
