Gaffer Hexam nodded. “But that’s common. Whether it’s the wash of the tide or no, I can’t say. Now, here,” moving the light to another similar placard, “ his pockets was found empty, and turned inside out. And here,” moving the light to another, “ her pocket was found empty, and turned inside out. And so was this one’s. And so was that one’s. I can’t read, nor I don’t want to it, for I know ’em by their places on the wall. This one was a sailor, with two anchors and a flag and G. F. T. on his arm. Look and see if he warn’t.”

“Quite right.”

“This one was the young woman in grey boots, and her linen marked with a cross. Look and see if she warn’t.”

“Quite right.”