And then he told me that in my father's back were three or four pierced wounds, no doubt received from the sharp stubs of underbrushes when he fell.

But this, he said, could hardly have been the cause of death.

He admitted that the matter seemed mysterious to him.
Up to this time we had not thought of the cause of this disaster, nor pondered upon motives, were it worse than accident.

Now we began to think.

Doctor Bond felt in the pockets of my father's coat; and so for the first time we found his account book and his wallets.