Just the thing to settle down with in front of the fire on a winter's day! Very atmospheric - you can feel the cold coming off the icy lake, scene of several mysterious happenings in the past which seem about to repeat themselves. A good mystery which keeps you guessing right up to the end.
The ice fog had grown so thick I couldn't even make out the bank, which I knew must be only a few feet behind me. But which direction was that? I'd lost my bearings when I fell and couldn't be sure which direction was the bank and which led out farther into the lake. What was clear to me, though, was that the ice was beginning to melt.
I listened again for the voices of the skaters, but heard instead a low moan. ... The sound seemed to be coming from everywhere at once, but mostly from beneath me. From under the ice. I thought of the stories the senior girls told at the bonfires. That the faces of the Crevecoeur sisters had been seen peering up from beneath the lake ice.