"I know no more than what I have already told you. A man was assaulted there some time ago and thrown in the sea, about high tide. He drifted away, he says, for a long time to some pier and then he walked into the city. From the direction of the tide then flowing he must have been drifting south, and therefore I take it he was thrown in this side of Semaphore."
The policeman thought for a moment.
"I think I know the place you want, sir," he said slowly. "At any rate, there are several lonely bungalows there."
Less than an hour later a little party of four men might have been observed stolidly tramping along the sands about two miles distant from the town of Semaphore.
The inspector had lost no time, but had promptly motored down. He had, however, deemed it best to leave the car upon a
