“Was it a dugout?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“I will look to-morrow, early. Were there several people?”
“The foot-marks seemed alike—the usual many-nailed boot. I did not measure them.”
“I will. The beach is clay up there. Has any one cause to injure you?”
“No one. My wife has been, as usual, all goodness to these poor people.”
“I see no possible motive,” said Ellett.
“Wait a bit, Oliver. The grave had not been opened?”
“Great Heaven! No.”
“Why should a man want a tombstone?” said Ellett. “An insane person might have done it.”