"We've telegraphed to the inspector of police at Tenby," said the coastguard. "He'll be over here directly, and we can tell him what we know, and give the things we've found."
"What things?" inquired the captain.
"Fetch 'em here, Ben," said the man, and Ben Bolt, touching his hat, went to a cupboard, from which he brought a light felt hat and a withered lily.
"There!" said the captain. "This is his hat, is it not?"
"No," said Ben Bolt; "it bean't, and everybody knows it. There be his hat," and he pointed to the hat which lay beside the body. "There be his hat, which he allus used to wear. This 'un was found near him—close beside him, as you may say, just as if it had fell off with him."
"And the flower?" asked the captain.
"Was tight in his hand—tight as if a vise held it," replied Ben Bolt.
"Let me see the hat," said the captain.
The coastguard handed the hat, and the captain examined it.
"I have seen this hat before," he said, looking at it with a puzzled air. "I am sure I have seen it before. Ah!" he exclaimed, suddenly.