“Just a minute,” he said. “I have to get a grip here. Now…”

He had grasped my hand and I almost cried out with relief.

He said: “You’ve got to try and edge your way up. There’s a ledge along here…just a few inches more.”

His grasp seemed to be crushing my fingers, but I rejoiced in it.

“Come on. Be careful. Make sure your foot is firm before you lift the other.”

I edged toward him.

“Now…watch it,” he cried.

I was on a level with him.

“Just let me lead,” he said. “Hold on to my coat. I need both hands. And for God’s sake, don’t let go.”

Slowly and very cautiously we moved upwards. The rocks were damp with seaspray and slippery.

“Hold tight,” he cautioned, and I clung to his coat with all my might.

It seemed a long time before we reached that spot where the rock had formed itself into a ledge which was like a narrow seat. It was just a freak in the formation. The rock must have been broken away there, and on the resulting ledge four or five people could have sat huddled together.

It was not very wide, but we were able to sit on it, not with any great comfort, it was true, but it was a haven of rest for me.

“Now, your hand,” he was saying. “Be careful. It’s safe to sit here but watch out all the time. It might have been cut out of the rocks for this purpose. Phew, what a climb!”

I felt my voice tremble. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “We can’t climb up. Look at that rock.”

“You climbed down.”

“I know. It’s tricky. But I know these cliffs well. It’s not the first time I’ve been down here. When I was a boy there was a group of us. We used to dare each other to take risks. You don’t know fear when you’re young. I must have been ten at the time. I got right down and sat on this ledge.”

“I am so grateful to you.”

“You wouldn’t have stood much chance down there, you know. The tide comes slowly into the cove at first and then with a rush. It’s due to the formation of the cove. Are you all right?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“It’s safe enough but it doesn’t allow for wriggling. You must keep alert. The least jerk and you could go hurtling down.”

“I realize that.”

I noticed that his thick dark hair was damp with spray and exertion.

“I think,” he said, “it would be safer if you held my arm.”

“Thank you. I’d feel safer, too.”

“What a boon this place is! Look down there and see the way you came up.”

“I didn’t think I should be able to. It looked so hopeless.”

“You were lucky to be at that particular spot. There is just one place where it can be possible. I discovered it long ago. Not that it was easy. You could have fallen and that would have been fatal. I had done it once or twice and that stood me in good stead.”

We were silent for a while, watching the tide slowly creeping in.

“It’s nearly high now,” he said. “Then it will start receding. When it has a little, we can pass along the shore. Then we have the job of getting down. It might be easier than coming up, but we shall have to be very careful.”

“I understand. I just don’t know how to thank you.”

“I’ve lost count of the number of times you’ve said that.”

“I shall be saying it again, and so will my parents and Dorabella when they hear.”

“We’re not yet safe and dry.”

“I feel sure we shall be now.”

“That’s the spirit. It’s no use undertaking things expecting failure. You have been to Mrs. Pardell’s again.”

“How did you know?”

“I saw you leave.”

“Oh…you did last time.”

“Yes,” he said. “I was not far behind you going down into the town. Then I lost sight of you. I had some business to do there which detained me for a time and then, coming along the cliff road, I looked down and saw you.”

“It was idiotic of me.”

“It was…very reckless. Didn’t you know the tide was coming in fast? It is especially high just now.”

“I never thought of it.”

“It is wise to remember such things where the sea is concerned. It can be very dangerous, you know.”

“I do know that now. If you hadn’t come along then, I could have drowned. What can I say…?”

“We’re coming dangerously near to that old theme,” he said.

We laughed and it occurred to me that I had not heard him laugh before.

I was wondering about him. He had been so capable, so knowledgeable. He had nobly come to my aid and nothing would convince me that he had not risked his life in doing so. It was not what I would have expected from him.

We sat silently side by side for a few moments. I felt slightly chilled, in spite of the fact that it was a warm day. Perhaps it was emotion which made me want to shiver. After all, I had come close to death.

Death by drowning, I thought, like those others before me.

“We shall have to wait a bit for the tide to recede sufficiently to enable us to get along the beach,” he was saying. “Then, the descent. I wouldn’t want to risk your life trying to climb up to the cliff road. There’ll only be a narrow strip along the beach.”

I nodded, glad that he was in charge.

“We’ll make it all right. It’s the descent that will be tricky. Did you have a rewarding session with Mrs. Pardell?”

I was a little startled. “Rewarding?” I repeated.

“Well, I think you wanted to talk to her, didn’t you? The flower was a success, I believe, and she was grateful.”

“She was rather pleased.”

“And in return?”

“There was no question of reward.”

“I think you are rather interested in her.”

“Well, perhaps, in view of the family connection. What sort of girl was Annette? You must have known her.”

“She was rather…er…unsuitable. We were all astonished when Dermot married her.”

“In spite of…?”

“In spite of the circumstances? Particularly so, as it might not have been his responsibility.”

“He must have thought it was.”

“I imagine she was persuasive, and Dermot is somewhat impressionable.”

“She must have been very worried.”

“I daresay. Women usually are in such circumstances. Well, they married and a few months later she was foolish enough to go into the water in spite of her condition, and the fact that she had been warned against doing so.”

“People do foolish things sometimes.”

He looked at me and I saw the hint of a smile on his lips. He was surprising me very much. Now that I felt safe, I was beginning to find the adventure exhilarating. I refused to think of the climb down to the cove which had to come, for I was certain that, under his direction, it would be safely accomplished.

“Dermot must have cared for her,” I said.

“My mother did everything possible to make her comfortable. She was so good to her. She looked after her and helped her in every way.”

“And Mr. Tregarland?”

“You mean the old man…?”

“He’s not really so very old, is he?”

“He must be in his sixties. He married late, in his forties, I think. He has only become infirm during the last few years. His gout cripples him. One never really knows what he is thinking. I once knew a boy who liked putting spiders into a bowl from which they could not escape. He used to watch them for hours seeing what, captured as they were, they would do to each other. He reminds me of that boy, because it is as though he is watching us all in the same way.”

“I understand what you mean,” I said. “That is exactly how it seems to me. One gets the feeling he is watching everyone…in a rather mischievous way.”

“He has always been very good to my mother and me. It is many years ago that we came to Tregarland’s. I remember the time before that only vaguely. And suddenly we were at Tregarland’s…and we have been there ever since.”

“It is a wonderful old place.”

“It is.”

“And you are very interested in the estate.”

“Yes, but…” He did not continue, but stared out to sea. Then he said: “I think the tide is turning now.”

“They will be wondering where I am.”

“I’m afraid they will. Was your sister expecting you back?”

“I am usually with her when she has had her rest.”

“I hope she doesn’t get too anxious. Yes. I am sure it is on the turn.”

“How long do you think before we can attempt the journey down?”

“I am not quite sure. Some little time yet. I want to make certain that it is safe before we do so. It isn’t very comfortable sitting here, I’m afraid.”

“I am sure being submerged in the cove would have been far more uncomfortable. If you had not come along…”

“Shush,” he said.

“I was just going to say what a happy coincidence for me.”

We were silent for a while, then I said: “Tell me about your coming to Tregarland’s all those years ago.”

He paused and I had the impression that he was thinking he had said too much already. He was, I guessed, by nature reticent.

However, he went on: “It’s all rather vague to me. We were in a little house near dockland. When we arrived at Tregarland’s it was as though some genii had transplanted us to a castle. My mother told me that Mr. Tregarland was a distant connection. I’ve never found out what that connection was. I think it must be very remote. Anyway, Mr. Tregarland’s wife had died. There was a son, slightly younger than I, and she was going to keep house there. She was not to be treated quite like a housekeeper and she could take me with her to be brought up there. It seemed like an excellent arrangement for us at least, and I am sure for Mr. Tregarland. My mother is one of the most capable people I have ever known. Life became luxurious suddenly.”