"No; I was only wondering why the body had not been found." "And you, professor?" "Oh, I haven't developed a theory yet! If no body is found, I presume the company will withhold the payment of the money for a time." "Naturally, I didn't discuss that question with them," I returned. "I imagine no very thorough search of the doctor's papers has yet been made, for Mrs. Smith knew nothing definite about the insurance, and, indeed, very little about her husband's affairs." "Well, we must wait for the body," said the professor. "You have the same opinion as I have, and expect it to come ashore." "I have formed no opinion," he answered, "but, judging from your account, I should think the body will be found presently. When it is I should like to see it, Wigan. The case doesn't really interest me yet, but my presentiment does. When I feel my particular corner of the web of existence trembling I--but it is too late to get on my hobby to-night. I'm tired, and I dare say you and Zena want to have a talk. You're a lucky dog, Wigan, a very lucky dog." He chuckled as he left the room, and Zena and I looked at each other in astonishment. It was the first intimation he had given that he knew our secret. He declared later that he had known it exactly as long as we had, which was probably an exaggeration; but at any rate it made things easier for us. I returned to Riversmouth next day, and two days later the doctor's body was found. As I had suggested to Zena, it had evidently been caught by another current, and was discovered among the rocks in a little bay about half a mile east of the coves. A lad saw it from the top of the cliffs and gave information. I telegraphed to Quarles at once, and he arrived in Riversmouth that afternoon. Mrs. Smith, Patrick Evans, and the solicitor, Ferguson, had already identified the body when Quarles and I went to see it at the mortuary. The professor spent a long time examining the dead man and his clothing. He was particularly interested in the collar of his coat, and in certain rents in the coat and trousers. I must confess he seemed to be looking for a mystery where none existed. A silver watch found in the dead man's pocket had the initials "R. S." on it, and a signet ring on his finger also bore these initials. There could be no doubt of the man's identity. "What are you looking for?" I asked. "Nothing----" "That presentiment is misleading you." "Maybe," said Quarles. "There is no doubt that he was drowned, and there is not the slightest indication that he was the victim of foul play before he was in the water." "I am inclined to agree with you." "The only question is whether his death was the result of an accident or whether he committed suicide." "I shouldn't like to express an opinion," Quarles returned shortly. "By the way, Wigan, who found the body?" "A boy belonging to the town." "I suppose we can get hold of him?" "He is ready to talk to anyone about it."