He had the impression of many men standing back--black in the dim light--waiting, listening.
There was an instant's silence.

Then, the man's voice breaking into a shrill scream, the news came tumbling out.

It seemed to flash a sudden glare upon the blackness.
"It's Carfax--Carfax--he's been murdered." The word was tossed, caught, flung against the stone pillars-- "Murdered! Murdered! Murdered!" "They've just brought his body in now, found it in Sannet Wood this evening; a working man found it.

Been there two days.

His neck broken----" The mysterious groups scattered into strange fantastic shapes.