And just above this tree, and under its shadow, there came a dry cut into the little river, not more than a yard or two above the wooden bridge, a water-trough such as we have in Wales, miss, for the water to run in, when the farmer pleases; but now there was no water in it, only gravel.
"The cleverest of the miller's men, though, neither of them had much intellect, stepped down at a beck from the constable, right beneath the old ancient tree, and showed us the marks on the grass and the gravel made by his lordship where he fell and lay.

And it seemed that he must have fallen off the bridge, yet not into the water, but so as to have room for his body, if you see, miss, partly on the bank, and partly in the hollow of the meadow trough.
"'Have you searched the place well ?' the Captain asked.

'Have you found any weapon or implement ?' "'We have found nothing but the corpse, so far,' the constable answered, in a surly voice, not liking to be taught his business.

'My first duty was to save life, if I could.

These men, upon finding the body, ran for me, and knowing who it was, I came with it to your house.' "'You acted for the best, my man.