...Silent for a twelve-mouth, it had suddenly found voice, as though some spirit hand had touched its springs. I looked at my memorandum book. Twelve o'clock of the past night was the anniversary of Mike Barlow 's death. His words had come true at last. He had said that, when it once again began to move it would be as my monitor of safety or danger. All else bad happened as he had foretold; why should ...