“Here are a couple of knives,” added Jackson. “And here is a bit of paper some of the stuff must have been wrapped in.”
“Look here!” suddenly cried Matt, as he pointed down into the water. “Here’s a man’s cap, and it looks as if it had just fallen in, for one side of the peak is not yet wet.”
“Let me see that cap,” returned the constable quickly.
He snatched it from Matt’s hand and turned with it to the lantern. His examination lasted but a few seconds.
“Say, Marvelling, have you seen anything of old Joe Yedley lately?” he asked, turning to the store-keeper.
“Yedley? Why, yes; he was in the store begging, 164 only yesterday,” was the reply. “But what has he——”
“Did you give him anything?”
“Give him anything?” cried Marvelling wrathfully. “Not a cent! I told him to clear out; that I didn’t want him to ever come in again. I have no use for beggars.”
“Did he go near the case with the cutlery and jewelry in it?”
“Humph! I suppose he did. But what has he to do with this?”