"There is a wild Beast in your woods," said the artist Cunningham, as he was being driven to the station. It was the only remark he had made during the drive, but as Van Cheele had talked incessantly his companion's silence had not been noticeable."A stray fox or two and some resident weasels. Nothing more formidable," said Van Cheele. The artist said nothing."What did you mean about a wild beast