And her face was tanned with the strong northern winds, and the ungloved hands, small and shapely as they were, were brown as the beach across which she had come.
"I have not seen--nor heard--of Mr.Bassett Oliver--here," she answered.
"I was out and about all yesterday afternoon and evening, too--not on this side of the bay, though.

Have you been to the police-station ?" "The manager may have been there," replied Copplestone.

"He's gone along the other shore.

But--I don't think he'll get any help there.

I'm afraid Mr.Oliver must have met with an accident.