"Cinnamon, Cleek!" he ejaculated, breathlessly. "Pretty awful, isn't it?
Was it much hidden, Petrie? Funny the other people didn't find it when
they searched!"
"No, sir--plain as a pikestaff!" returned Petrie importantly, for he felt
the burden of responsibility and hoped that this would mean promotion.
Dollops, who was by no means a regular member of the force, simply looked
at Cleek with considerable pride fighting through the natural horror that
the find had given birth to.
"Funny thing!" broke in Cleek at this juncture. "The only solution must
be that the body was placed there some time _after_ death.... Leave it a
little longer, boys, and we'll have a further search in this direction.
We may come upon poor Collins in a similar fashion--though thank Heaven
his disappearance didn't happen quite so long ago."
They took a few steps farther in the same direction and--stopped
simultaneously. Before their eyes lay the figure of Collins, in his
discreet black clothes, his red head against a tuffet of moss, and a
bullet wound in his temple.
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