Petrie, too, appeared rather nervous. As Cleek came up to them,
his eyes fell upon the ground, and he stopped stock still.
"_Gad!..._ Where did you find it?"
"Here, sir; half buried, but with the 'ead a-stickin' out!" returned
Petrie. "Dollops and I pulled it out and--and 'ere it is."
Cleek glanced down at the body of a heavily built man, clad in evening
clothes, and already in an advanced state of decomposition. "Looks like
it was that chap Wynne," he said, in a matter-of-fact tone. "Answers the
description all right. The other man was short and red-headed. And the
evening clothes are well cut from what I can see. Must have been a
handsome chap--once.... Well, we'll have to get this very gruesome find
back to the Towers as quickly as possible. Got your oilskin with you,
Petrie?"
"Yessir!" Petrie miraculously produced the roll from under his tunic and
spread the sheet out. Then they lifted up the body and wrapped it about
so that the covering hid the awfulness of it from view. Mr. Narkom mopped
his forehead with his handkerchief.
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