On the night of the great storm at Whitby a Russian schooner ran into the harbour and struck the sand. She was called the Demeter, and she came from Varna with a cargo of silver sand and great wooden boxes. Not a man was on board alive. The captain was lashed to the wheel, dead, with a crucifix in his hand. The log told the rest. One by one the crew had disappeared in the night. A tall thin man, not of the crew, had been seen on deck when nobody could be there. At the end the mate went down into the hold with a knife and came up screaming, and threw himself into the sea. The captain tied himself to the wheel and steered his empty ship until he died. And the moment the schooner touched the shore, a great dog leaped from the deck and ran up the cliff into the darkness of the churchyard.