But even now he made no movement and spoke no word.

Marston entered and turned on the light.
After that, for ten seconds, no man moved.

Then Alan heard Captain Rifle close the door behind them, and from Marston's lips came a startled whisper: "Good God!" Rossland was not covered.

He was undressed and flat on his back.

His arms were stretched out, his head thrown back, his mouth agape.