 It's Grandfather's prophecy, Aunt Mary, that frightens me. Nonsense. Black Donald may have been eccentric, but he couldn't foretell the future, Margaret. And then there was the story that he'd made a bargain with death for being rescued from this room. And a prophecy of some kind that no one ever knew about. And it's this superstitious nonsense that's been frightening you, Margaret? It isn't nonsense, Aunt Mary. You see, I found the prophecy.