I had not met our new Detective Cheif Inspector. He arrived with several aids about an hour after Cadno brought Helen home. Mr. Cormac admitied to sending for him. Helen had been fortified with a small glass of sherry, and had calmed down enough for the poor man to do his job. I am afraid he was expecting to find a murdered corpse on the front lawn.

Helen told her tale, of leaving out treats for the children, hearing a noise, then out of the mists -- Bwamph!

The fish like eyes, the glistening white moleskin suit, and cape, the long curved claws like carpet needles. And when she described the gout of sickly greenish fire that spurted from the feind's mouth --- well, I found myself in need of a glass of sherry. Both She and Cadno describes how the feind lifted straight up into the air and leapt over the Cemetary hedge without a sound or foot step.

I was afraid that this might be the very feind that had been chopping up people who ventured into the wood lately, but the Inspector told me not to leap to conclusions.