Believe me, I wished that Tom Slade was there then, because he's great on deducing and finding clues and all like that.

That's why we always called him Sherlock Nobody Holmes.

Anyway, I couldn't make out what happened.

Artie might have staggered up against the window to get air, but I didn't see how he could fall out, and if he was able to climb out then why didn't he come up where the rest of us were?
I couldn't make anything out of it; all I knew was he was gone.

I knew he must have been drowned and his body been carried up by the tide, which was running up strong now.
Well, you can bet we didn't have any fun drifting up.