"There is no hope of finding the body?" I asked when I had recovered my mental balance.
"I'm afraid not. It has probably been carried out to sea."
"You are certain that he drowned himself," I persisted, for I recalled that Dick could swim.
"Yes, he was seen and recognized by the men to whom he had spoken the previous evening. They saw him throw himself into the river. Before they could reach him he had gone down beyond recall."
"I should like to interview Mrs. Blake and the others," I said, not with any hope of discovering a flaw in the evidence, but because I could not endure to witness the poor father's silent grief.
"Certainly, Mr. Davies. I have my car outside. I will take you there myself," answered Jones affably.
As the detective began to wrap Dick's belongings, Mr. Trenton, who I am confident had heard no word of our conversation, suddenly realized that the conference was over and leaning forward took the watch from the table.
"May I keep it?" he begged.
"Yes, we have sufficient evidence in case we should need it," answered the detective.
"I'll be with you in a moment," I said, for I wished to give Jenkins directions to keep an eye on Ruth's father. When I returned Jones had his package under his arm and though he said good-by, Mr. Trenton did not respond.