“I should think so. No clothes or any identification?”
“Not a rag. Or rather only a few rags of underwear,—but nothing that was the slightest clew.”
“What became of his clothes?”
“Nobody knows. He was found drifting, unconscious, apparently dead, and entirely nude save the fragments of underclothing.”
“Those fragments have been kept?”
“Oh, yes; but they mean nothing. Just ordinary material,—good,—but nothing individual about them.”
“Where was he picked up?”
“I don’t know exactly, but not far from the morgue, I believe. It was the same day as the Gately murder, that’s why I remember the date. It was a dreadfully cold snap, the river was full of ice and it’s a wonder he wasn’t killed, as well as knocked senseless.”
“Was he knocked senseless?”
“I’m not sure, but he was unconscious from cold and exposure and very nearly frozen to death.”