It warmed me from the top of my head all the way to my toes.Again hand in hand, we walked down the mountain. We headed back to our marooned group on t...e beach. It was mid-afternoon when we returned. We stopped at the stream and pool to get big drinks of water.Professor Landry was relieved when we returned. He said, "Paul, what did you find?"I replied, "First of all, we found a source of water for drinking and bathing. There's a stream flowing into a pool. It's fresh, clear water with an almost. The old man stopped to paw through oneshelf, muttering to himself as he did so. Finally though he seemedto find what he was looking for."Aha! Here we go," he said as he turned around and handed me whatappeared to be a handheld mirror. "I believe that this should besufficient for helping you with your problem."It was the type of thing that my grandmother might've owned, adulled bronze with ornate designs adorning the back of it. Theactual mirror itself, however, was cloudy as if something had. After about a quarter of an hour in the sweltering sun, a large bang and a noxious cloud of blue smoke signaled the imminent arrival of our transportation.The driver careened around the corner in a Morris Minor that had not seen a garage since Churchill was in office, and as he rumbled to a stop, the left front fender came unhinged with a loud clang. Out jumped one of the smallest, ugliest men I have ever seen. He banged the rebellious fender back into place with his hand, and hopped up on the. Through the peephole he saw the funhouse mirror image of Mark Gordian looking back at him. Henry sighed and braced his head against the door. ‘Oh God,’ he groaned and shook his head, ‘What did I do to deserve this?’ ‘Henry!’ Mark called through the door, ‘Henry it’s me! Open up!’ Henry debated whether or not let him in. This was, after all, the man who had been essentially blackmailing him for years now over his voyeurism of Ellen Gordian. Mark had spelled out the conditions of his silence.