" You're Mortimer Lightwood, Esquire; are you, sir? "
"Mortimer Lightwood is my name. What you found," said Mortimer, glancing rather shrinkingly towards the bunk; "is it here?"
"Taint not to say here, but it's close by. I do every thing regular. I've giv' notice of the circumstarnce to the police, and the police have took possession of it. No time ain't been lost, on any hand. The police have put it into print already, and here's what the print says of it."
Taking up the bottle with the lamp in it, he held it near a paper on the wall, with the police heading, BODY FOUND. The two friends read the handbill as it stuck against the wall, and Gaffer read them as he held the light.
"Only papers on the unfortunate man, I see," said Lightwood, glancing from the description of what was found, to the finder.
"Only papers."
Here the girl arose with her work in her hand, and went out at the door.
"No money," pursued Mortimer; "but threepence in one of the skirt-pockets."
"Three. Penny. Pieces," said Gaffer Hexam, in as many sentences.
"The trousers pockets empty, and turned inside out."
Gaffer Hexam nodded. "But that's common. Whether it's the wash of the tide or no, I can't say. Now, here," moving the light to another similar placard, " his pockets was found empty, and turned inside out. And here," moving the light to another, "her pocket was found empty, and turned inside out. And so was this one's. And so was that one's. I can't read, nor I don't want to it, for I know 'em by their places on the wall. This one was a sailor, with two anchors and a flag and G. F. T. on his arm. Look and see if he warn't."
" Quite right."
"This one was the young woman in grey boots, and her linen marked with a cross. Look and see if she warn't."
