The superintendent came up to Mr.Lindsey.
"According to what the doctor here says," he whispered, jerking his head at the body, which lay on a table with a sheet thrown over it, "there's a question as to whether the man met his death by drowning.

Look here!" He led us up to the table, drew back the sheet from the head and face, and motioning the doctor to come up, pointed to a mark that was just between the left temple and the top of the ear, where the hair was wearing thin.
"D'ye see that, now ?" he murmured.

"You'll notice there's some sort of a weapon penetrated there--penetrated! But the doctor can say more than I can on that point." "The man was struck--felled--by some sort of a weapon," said the doctor.
"It's penetrated, I should say from mere superficial examination, to the brain.

You'll observe there's a bruise outwardly--aye, but this has been a sharp weapon as well, something with a point, and there's the puncture--how far it may extend I can't tell yet.

But on the surface of things, Mr.Lindsey, I should incline to the opinion that the poor fellow was dead, or dying, when he was thrown into yon pool.