"God!" said Cleek, softly, and sucked in his breath. "Two of 'em. And
like this!... Looks like a plant, doesn't it? Poor chap!... And yet
Merriton declared that he, as well as others, had searched every inch of
this ground over and over again. Seems fishy. To find 'em both here--so
close together.... Let's have a look at the other poor chap.... Hmm.
Bullet wound through the right temple, too. Small-calibre revolver."
He bent down and examined the head carefully through his magnifying
glass, then got slowly to his feet.
"Well, Mr. Narkom," said he, steadily, "nothing to be done at present,
but to get these bodies back to the Towers. After that they can take 'em
to the village mortuary if they like. But I've one or two things I'd like
to ask you Merriton, and one or two things I want to examine. Gad! it's a
beastly task, boys. That sheet's big enough, thank fortune! Cross the
pitchforks, Petrie, and make a sort of stretcher out of them, that way.
That's right. Now then, forward.... Gad! _what_ a morning!"
But if he had known just exactly what the rest of that morning was to
bring forth, indeed before lunch was served at one-fifteen, he might have
hesitated to pass judgment upon it so soon.
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