"No," I answered.
He nodded.
"Am I right," he said, "in presuming that you know he was not?"
"I know that he was not," I admitted.
His fingers ceased their beating upon the table. His face became white and masklike.
"Go on," he said.
"I know that he came through Braster, and he asked for me. He looked in through the window of my cottage when Colonel Ray was with me. I saw him no more after that until I found him dead."
"Ray left you after you had seen this man's face at the window?"
"Yes."
"The wounds about the man's head and body. If he was not thrown up by the sea, can you explain them?"