The Milkman Sets Out on his Travels I sat down in an armchair and felt very sick.

That lasted for maybe five minutes, and was succeeded by a fit of the horrors.

The poor staring white face on the floor was more than I could bear, and I managed to get a table-cloth and cover it.

Then I staggered to a cupboard, found the brandy and swallowed several mouthfuls.

I had seen men die violently before; indeed I had killed a few myself in the Matabele War; but this cold-blooded indoor business was different.
Still I managed to pull myself together.