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A dozen men plunged into the water and
dragged her on. They were safe ashore.
"Have you got Miss Beatrice?" shouted a voice.
"Ay, we've got her and another too, but I doubt they're gone. Where's
doctor?"
"Here, here!" answered a voice. "Bring the stretchers."
A stout thick-set man, who had been listening, wrapped up in a dark
cloak, turned his face away and uttered a groan. Then he followed the
others as they went to work, not offering to help, but merely following.
The stretchers were brought and the two bodies laid upon them, face
downwards and covered over.
"Where to?" said the bearers as they seized the poles.
"The Vicarage," answered the doctor. "I told them to get things ready
there in case they should find her. Run forward one of you and say that
we are coming."
The men started at a trot and the crowd ran after them.
"Who is the other?" somebody asked.
"Mr. Bingham--the tall lawyer who came down from London the other day.
Tell policeman--run to his wife. She's at Mrs. Jones's, and thinks he
has lost his way in the fog coming home from Bell Rock.


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