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I darted towards the spot from which the sound proceeded, but the

devil eluded my grasp. Suddenly the broad disk of the moon arose

and shone full upon his ghastly and distorted shape as he fled

with more than mortal speed.

I pursued him, and for many months this has been my task. Guided

by a slight clue, I followed the windings of the Rhone, but

vainly. The blue Mediterranean appeared, and by a strange chance,

I saw the fiend enter by night and hide himself in a vessel bound

for the Black Sea. I took my passage in the same ship, but he

escaped, I know not how.