“Spoilt? I guess not. You couldn’t have come at a better time,” said the local man eagerly.
“Ah, but you see, I had planned to swim out to the eddy, and make some personal observations.”
“You was going to swim into Dead Man’s Eddy?” asked the other, aghast. “Why, Perfessor, you must have turned foolish. They ain’t a man on this coast would take a chance like that.”
“Superstition,” retorted the other curtly. “On a still day such as this there would be no danger to an experienced swimmer. The conditions are ideal except for this crowd. What is it? Has the village gone picnicking?”
“Not sca’cely! Ain’t you heard? Another one’s come in through the eddy. Lies over yonder.”
Professor Kent’s eyebrows went up, as he glanced toward the indicated spot; then gathered in a frown.
“Not washed up there, surely?” he said.
“Thet’s what,” answered Jarvis.
“When?”
“Sometime early this morning.”