"As fast as my legs would carry me," he repeated twice.
Chief Inspector Heat, bending forward over the table in a gingerly and horrified manner, let him run on.

The hospital porter and another man turned down the corners of the cloth, and stepped aside.

The Chief Inspector's eyes searched the gruesome detail of that heap of mixed things, which seemed to have been collected in shambles and rag shops.
"You used a shovel," he remarked, observing a sprinkling of small gravel, tiny brown bits of bark, and particles of splintered wood as fine as needles.
"Had to in one place," said the stolid constable.

"I sent a keeper to fetch a spade.

When he heard me scraping the ground with it he leaned his forehead against a tree, and was as sick as a dog." The Chief Inspector, stooping guardedly over the table, fought down the unpleasant sensation in his throat.