"All stomach, ye know, dear fellow. I've noticed this poor old world is generally blamed most damnably, purely because of the night of the morning after--more especially upon an empty--" "Don't say it again, Anthony, for heaven's sake!" "But you're curst gloomy and devilish doleful--" "Anthony, dear man, while you were snoring blissfully this morning I watched a poor, beautiful young creature dragged out of the river." "Dead, Perry?" "Yes. She was probably drowning herself last night while we drank and rioted--poor despairing child!" and here I described the dreadful incident very fully. "You have never met or heard of any one named Haredale, have you, Anthony?" I ended. "No," he answered, "no! Gad, Perry," he burst out with a vicious twirl of his cane, "there are times when killing is a laudable act!" After this we walked in silence for some time. "Where are we going?" he questioned suddenly. Hereupon I glanced up, for I had walked with my gaze bent earthward, and saw that we were close upon the river. "Since we are here," I answered, "I will show you where it--she lies. It was yonder they found her, and over there, beyond those trees, is a wretched tavern--" "And on the other side of the hedge, Perry, is a small, unpleasant person who peeps and peers and follows. Let us investigate!" So saying, Anthony turned suddenly and confronted a small, mean-looking fellow who starting back out of reach, touched a shaggy eyebrow, cringed, and spoke: "No offence, my lords an' gents--none in th' world, s' help me true!" Having said which, he clapped fingers to mouth and whistled very shrilly. "Not by no means nowise meanin' no offence, my lords," quoth he apologetically, "but dooty is dooty--an' 'ere 'e be!" Glancing whither he pointed, I saw a man approaching, a shortish, broad-shouldered, square-faced, leisurely person in a broad-brimmed, low-crowned hat and full-skirted frieze greatcoat; a man of slow gait and deliberate movement but with a quick and roving eye. "Th' little 'un's th' gent, guv'nor--'e's th' cove! whispered the mean-looking fellow hoarsely, and now I recognised him as one of the two waterside characters I had met that morning with my uncle Jervas. The man in the frieze coat removed his hat, bobbed round head at Anthony, at me, and spoke, addressing himself to me: "'T is in ewidence, sir, as you an' another gent 'appened to be a-passin' by when a lately de-funct o' the fe-male persuasion vas took out o' th' river at the hour o' four-two-two pre-cisely, this 'ere werry mornin'. Am I right?" "That is so," I answered. "'T is also in ewidence, sir, as you an' your friend 'appening to pass--by chance or de-sign, so werry remarkable early in the mornin', stopped to ob-serve same de-funct party o' the fe-male persuasion. Am I right again?" "We did." "'T is furthermore in ewidence, sir, that upon ob-serving corpse, you an' your friend seemed werry much took aback, not to say overcome. Am I--"