After a swim in the ocean, she scrambled onto the beach where she found him. He was lying underneath the beam. Who was he? Where did he come from? Cautiously, she went over and examined him closely. He was unconscious and bleeding.
She ran back to where her clothes lay and hurriedly got dressed then dashed off the school. She burst into Miss Williams’ office. “There’s wounded man on the beach,” she blurted out before the older woman could say anything.
“Careful, Miss,” one of the men warned as the headmistress approached the body.
She gasped. “It’s my brother, Charles.”