The Dain Curse · Part III · Chapter 13 (2/2)

He went ahead up the cliff path, stopping of his own accord where the bush had been torn up, a detail I hadn’t mentioned. I didn’t say anything while he stared down at Collinson’s body, looked searchingly up and down the face of the cliff, and then went up and down the path, bent far over, his tan eyes intent on the ground.

He wandered around for ten minutes or more, then straightened up and said: “There’s nothing here that I can find. Let’s go down.”

I started back toward the ravine, but he said there was a better way ahead. There was. We went down it to the dead man.

Rolly looked from the corpse to the edge of the path high above us, and complained: “I don’t hardly see how he could have landed just that-away.”

“He didn’t. I pulled him out of the water,” I said, showing the deputy exactly where I had found the body.

“That would be more like it,” he decided.

I sat on a rock and smoked a cigarette while he went around examining, touching, moving rocks, pebbles, and sand. He didn’t seem to have any luck.