'That is Mr. Pennycomequick's card-case.'
'And his cards are in it,' added the policeman.
Salome looked again attentively at the body.
'That is Mr. Pennycomequick's overcoat. I know it—but that cannot be Mr. Pennycomequick wearing it.'
Then, overcome with the horror of the scene, Salome shrank back.
The policeman had now extracted a letter from the pocket; the address was blotted, but after a little examination could be made out, 'J. Pennycomequick, Esq., manufacturer, Mergatroyd.'
'It is strange that he should be without his boots,' said the policeman.
'Not at all,' said Mrs. Sidebottom. 'Anyone but a fool, as soon as he is in the water, kicks them off, as they fill and drag him down. I can swear to the identity—that is my brother. Remove the body to the house.'
CHAPTER XI.
EXPECTATION.