"I have traveled in many lands and I have studied in innumerable out-of-the-way places," he went on heatedly, "but never have I seen such a rare opportunity for the devil and his imps as here in La Foubelle. And he has taken advantage of it, dominie. There is a terrible influence at work here--under our very noses." The schoolmaster crossed himself again. "_Désorienté!_" he exclaimed with a shudder. "Do you mean----" "That there are many things the average man cannot--will not--understand," Lamontaine interrupted. "There are innumerable forms of spirit life--forms that function in various ways. Some of them--most of them, I might say--are kindly disposed toward us. Others are malignant. We have to deal with one of the latter in this case." He filled and lighted his pipe, the little schoolmaster gazing at him with eyes that betrayed his horror and astonishment. "_Désorienté!_" he said again. "You are beyond my depth, my friend. Explain yourself." Lamontaine scratched his red beard reflectively. "Primal earth forces," he said shortly, "elementals--spirit forms that have never evolved--subhuman nature spirits. They exist, together with innumerable other spirit forms, on the other side of the veil." "_Mon Dieu!_" the schoolmaster gasped. "I can hardly believe it, my doctaire." "These things are jealous of mankind, hating living beings because mankind has evolved," Lamontaine went on. "Why? Because they have never developed beyond the rudimentary stages. Consequently, they consider mankind their natural prey. One of these things is loose in our peaceful little village. Because it is out of its natural habitat, it must have vitality on which to live--human vitality. Otherwise, it ceases to be. So it feeds upon the vitality of those with whom it comes in contact, just as a vampire feeds upon human blood." * * * * * The face of the little schoolmaster turned a ghastly white. He half rose from his chair, then dropped back again, his teeth chattering. "Horrible! Horrible! Blasphemous!" he ejaculated. Lamontaine shrugged his broad shoulders. "In order to obtain this sustenance--this vitality to prolong its existence," he continued, "an elemental must, necessarily, in its early stages, prey largely upon the sick, the weak--those who are at a low physical stage. But eventually it satiates itself with their vitality and becomes stronger. Then it seeks its victims among the more powerful. That is the cause of this plague among the members of our community." The schoolmaster leaned back in his chair, his thin face drawn and haggard. "_Dieu avec nous!_" he said in a low, awed whisper. "Then Jules Delatour told the truth! And it is this--this horrible thing--that my little Evelyn is faced with, my doctaire? Is there nothing that we can do to combat it?" Lamontaine patted the pile of books in front of him, his eyes wearing a strange, far-away look.