A woman was standing beside the road, talking to Alec at the wheel.

Afterward he remembered the harpy effect that her old kimono gave her, and the cracked hollowness of her voice as she spoke: "You Princeton boys ?" "Yes." "Well, there's one of you killed here, and two others about dead." "_My God!_" "Look!" She pointed and they gazed in horror.

Under the full light of a roadside arc-light lay a form, face downward in a widening circle of blood.
They sprang from the car.

Amory thought of the back of that head--that hair--that hair...

and then they turned the form over.
"It's Dick--Dick Humbird!" "Oh, Christ!" "Feel his heart!" Then the insistent voice of the old crone in a sort of croaking triumph: "He's quite dead, all right.