'Rast may have done the killin', but it's our place to find the body, ain't it?
Whoever has been slew was taken away last night in the sleigh.

S'posin it was Mr.Reddon! Well, consarn it, ain't he got a body same as anybody else?
We've just got to find somebody's body, that's all.

We've got to prove the corpus deelicti.

Drive up, Bill!" With a perseverance that spoke well for the detective's endurance, but ill for his intelligence, the "bob" sped along aimlessly.

It was ridiculous to think of tracking a sleigh over a well-travelled road, and it was not until they reached the cross-roads that Harry Squires suggested that inquiries be made of the farmers in the neighbourhood.
After diligent effort, a farmer was discovered who said he had heard the sleigh bells at midnight, and, peering from his window, had caught a glimpse of the party turning south at the cross-roads.
"Jest as I thought!" exclaimed Anderson.