At all events, I took them into my bedroom and strangled them one by one.

They went off quite peaceably; the only difficulty was in the disposal of the bodies.

I thought of laying them on the curb-stone in different passages; but I was afraid the police might not see that they were waits, in which case I might be put to inconvenience.

So I took a spade and dug two (or three) large holes in the quadrangle of the inn.

Then I carried the bodies to the place in my rug, one at a time, shoved them in, and covered them up.
A close observer might have noticed in that part of the quadrangle, for some time after, a small mound, such as might be made by an elbow under the bed-clothes.