He rushed out of the house--it was about three o'clock in the afternoon.

I have never seen him since." The man was looking at her, looking at her closely although he was blinking all the time.
"What do you think became of him ?" he asked.

"What do people think ?" She shook her head.
"The only thing he cared to do was swim," she said.

"His clothes and hat were found down in the little cove near where we had a tent." "You think, then, that he was drowned ?" the man asked.
She nodded.

Speech seemed to be becoming too painful.
"Drowning," her companion continued, helping himself to brandy, "is not a pleasant death.