The features were hideous, the eyes starting from their sockets, the lips drawn back over the teeth.

He turned and walked away rapidly, followed by the dog, which roused the quarry echoes with its barking.
'My God! I never thought of that.' The words uttered themselves as he speeded on.

Only at the garden-gate he stayed, and then seemed to reflect upon what he should do.

The temptation was to return into the house and leave others to spread the news; there would be workmen in the quarry in less than an hour.

Yet he did not do this, but hurried past his own door to the house of a doctor not a hundred yards away.