"Where did you find him?" asked the captain, gravely.
"Under the cliff—about a quarter of a mile before you come to the guardbox. Ben Bolt found him."
"Where is Ben Bolt?" asked the captain.
The coastguard opened a side door, and called the man by his name.
A short, weather-beaten figure entered, and, seeing the captain, touched his hat.
"The captain wants to know where you found this unfortunate body, Ben," said the man.
"On the rocks below the cliff," replied the man.
"Ah," said the captain, "just where the path is narrowest. The poor fellow fell over, no doubt. I saw him last night, and he was very intoxicated."
The two coastguards exchanged glances.
"What course do you intend taking?" asked the captain.