Heaven grant that she might have nothing to do with this! And yet--the black and gray shawl! "Whereabouts was it ?" I asked.
He pointed with his hand to the very spot where she had stood.
"Just there," he said.

"It was there the little bundle was thrown, and there, just below the line of the jetty, it was caught by the hooks." The identical spot where she had stood.

Oh, beautiful, despairing face, what was hidden underneath your mask of stone?
"You should go on the pier, sir, and see for yourself," said the old man.

"The superintendent of the police is there now; but they will never find out who did that.

Women are deep when they are wicked, and the one who did this was wicked enough." There was a slight suggestion on the part of the little group as to the morning being a dry one.