Yes, it was a bracelet. A chain of platinum links. Curious links, they were. Each one shaped like a C.
"Well," the sergeant straightened himself, "I suppose there's nothing to be done but to remove the body to the mortuary, and then find out who she is. Judging by appearances that shouldn't be difficult. Nothing 'lost, stolen or strayed' about that one."
"No," agreed the ambulance man. "The butler is probably telephoning the station now in great agitation."
"Yes." The sergeant was thoughtful. "I still wonder how she came here, and what —»
His eyes had lifted to the cliff face, and he paused.
"So! We have company!" he said.
They turned to see a man's figure on the cliff-top at the Gap. He was standing in an attitude of intense eagerness, watching them. As they turned towards him he did a swift right-about and disappeared.
"A bit early for strollers," the sergeant said. "And what's he running away for? We'd better have a talk with him."
But before he and the constable had moved more than a pace or two it became evident that the man, far from running away, had been merely making for the entrance to the Gap. His thin dark figure shot now from the mouth of the Gap and came towards them at a shambling run, slipping and stumbling, and giving the little group watching his advent an impression of craziness. They could hear the breath panting through his open mouth as he drew near, although the distance from the Gap was not long and he was young.
He stumbled into their compact circle without looking at them, pushing aside the two policemen who had unconsciously interposed their bulk between him and the body.