They are the
bones of the left great toe."
The inspector's jaw dropped. "The deuce they are!" he muttered. "H'm. I
thought they looked a bit stout."
"I expect," said I, "that if you go through the mud close to where this
came from you'll find the rest of the foot."
The plain-clothes man proceeded at once to act on my suggestion, taking
the sieve with him to save time. And sure enough, after filling it twice
with the mud from the bottom of the pool, the entire skeleton of the
foot was brought to light.
"Now you're happy, I suppose," said the inspector when I had checked the
bones and found them all present.
"I should be more happy," I replied, "if I knew what you were searching
for in this pond. You weren't looking for the foot, were you?"
"I was looking for anything that I might find," he answered. "I shall go
on searching until we have the whole body. I shall go through all the
streams and ponds around here, except Connaught Water. That I shall
leave to the last, as it will be a case of dredging from a boat and
isn't so likely as the smaller ponds.
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