dead man here--one only. I have heard of nothing else."

Her eyes followed my outstretched hand, and she saw the body half on the
sands, half on the marsh. She shivered a little.

"Poor fellow!" she exclaimed. "Is it any one from the village, Mr.
Ducaine?"

"It is a stranger, Lady Angela," I answered. "We think that his body
must have been washed in from the sea."

She measured the distance from high-water mark with a glance, and shook
her head.

"Too far away," she declared.

"There was a wild sea last night," I answered, "and such a tide as I
have never seen here before."

"What are you doing with it?" she asked, pointing with her whip.

"John Hefford is bringing a wagon," I answered. "I suppose he had
better take it to the police station."

She wheeled her horse round.

"I am glad that it is no worse," she said. "There are reports going
about of a terrible shipwreck. I trust that you are feeling better, Mr.
Ducaine?"