“You know it all without my telling you,” cried Sedgwick. “But I never saw the woman before in my life, Kent—I give you my word of honor! She came and went, but who she is or why she came or where she went I have no more idea than you have. Perhaps not nearly so much.”
“There you are wrong. I’m depending on you to tell me about her.”
“Not if my life hung on it. And how could her being found drowned on the beach be connected with me?”
“I didn’t say that she was found drowned on the beach.”
“You did! No; pardon me. It was the messenger boy. But you said that her body was found in Lonesome Cove.”
“That is quite a different matter.”
“She wasn’t drowned?”
“I should be very much surprised if the autopsy showed any water in the lungs.”
“But the boy said that the body was lashed to a grating, and that there were chains on it. Is that true?”
“It was lashed to a grating, and manacled.”