But don't let my name frighten you. David Courtlaw—Sir John Ferringhall. So I am already no longer the girl you knew at Morningside Park. There was a gallows erected, and a great mob round it—thousands of people, and all with white faces like corpses. ” “I believe you,” she murmured. “No, she just worries that I’ll go Satanic and start chomping the heads off of bats and mice or something.