"I can't!" she answered. "I don't know any more. He was here perhaps an hour or so. Then he went away, saying he was going to have a look round the place. I expected he'd come in again on his way to the station, but he never did. Dear, dear! I hope nothing's happened to him--such a fine, pleasant man. And--" "And--what?" asked Stafford. "These cliffs and rocks are so dangerous," murmured Mrs. Wooler. "I often say that no stranger ought to go alone here. They aren't safe, these cliffs." Stafford set down his glass and rose. "I think you've got a telephone in your hall," he said. "I'll just call up Norcaster and find out if they've heard anything. If they haven't--" He shook his head and went out, and Copplestone glanced at the landlady. "You say the cliffs are dangerous," he said. "Are they particularly so?" "To people who don't know them, yes," she replied. "They ought to be protected, but then, of course, we don't get many tourists here, and the Scarhaven people know the danger spots well enough. Then again at the end of the south promontory there, beyond the Keep--" "Is the Keep that high square tower amongst the woods?" asked Copplestone. "That's it--it's all that's left of the old castle," answered Mrs. Wooler. "Well, off the point beneath that, there's a group of rocks--you'd perhaps noticed them as you came down from the station? They've various names--there's the King, the Queen, the Sugar-Loaf, and so on. At low tide you can walk across to them. And of course, some people like to climb them. Now, they're particularly dangerous! On the Queen rock there's a great hole called the Devil's Spout, up which the sea rushes. Everybody wants to look over it, you know, and if a man was there alone, and his foot slipped, and he fell, why--" Stafford came back, looking more cast down than ever. "They've heard nothing there," he announced. "Come on--we'll go down and see if we can hear anything from any of the people. We'll call in and see you later, Mrs. Wooler, and if you can make any inquiries in the meantime, do. Look here," he went on, when he and Copplestone had got outside, "you take this south side of the bay, and I'll take the north. Ask anybody you see--any likely person--fishermen and so on. Then come back here. And if we've heard nothing--"