coils of the painter. It was stuck in hard as if it had dropped from a height."
"That's odd," said the captain. "As to the plug, it might have got out by accident."
"But it hadn't sir," said the mate. "The ballast-bags had been shifted along to get the bottom boards up. Besides, sir, a seaman wouldn't let the boat fill; he'd have put the plug back and baled out."
"That's true," replied Captain Grumpass; "and certainly the presence of the knife looks fishy. But where the deuce could it have dropped from, out in the open sea? Knives don't drop from the clouds—fortunately. What do you say, doctor?"
"I should say that it is Brown's own knife, and that it probably fell from this staging."
Jeffreys turned swiftly, crimson with wrath. "What d'ye mean?" he demanded. "Haven't I said that the boat never came here?"
"You have," replied Thorndyke; "but if that is so, how do you explain the fact that your pipe was found in the dead man's pocket and that the dead man's pipe is at this moment in your pipe-rack?"
The crimson flush on Jeffreys' face faded as quickly as it had come. "I don't know what you're talking about," he faltered.
"I'll tell you," said Thorndyke. "I will relate what happened and you shall check my statements.
