"That is strange. Can the place have associations for him connected with his malady?"
"It is possible. Only the good God knows."
But I was to know later on, with a little reeling of the reason also.
* * * * *
"Camille, I want to see the Cascade de Buet."
The hunted eyes of the stricken looked into mine with a piercing glance of fear.
"Monsieur must not," he said, in a low voice.
"And why not?"
"The waters are bad—bad—haunted!"
"I fear no ghosts. Wilt thou show me the way, Camille?"