"Can't be from Westover. No one would come out from town with a perfectly good beach at their doors. Must have come from inland somewhere."
"Maybe she went into the water at Westover and was washed up here," the constable suggested.
"Not time for that," Potticary objected. "She hadn't been that long in the water. Must have been drowned hereabouts."
"Then how did she get here?" the sergeant asked.
"By car, of course," Bill said.
"And where is the car now?"
"Where everyone leaves their car: where the track ends at the trees."
"Yes?" said the sergeant. "Well, there's no car there."
The ambulance men agreed with him. They had come up that way with the police — the ambulance was waiting there now — but there was no sign of any other car.
"That's funny," Potticary said. "There's nowhere near enough to be inside walking distance. Not at this time in the morning."