That's how I figure it, Mr.Cotherstone." Lights were coming up through the wood beneath them, glancing from point to point amongst the trees.

Then followed a murmur of voices, and three or four men came into view--policemen, carrying their lamps, the man whom Garthwaite had sent into the town, and a medical man who acted as police surgeon.
"Here!" said Bent, as the newcomers advanced and halted irresolutely.
"This way, doctor--there's work for you here--of a sort, anyway.

Of course, he's dead ?" The doctor had gone forward as soon as he caught sight of the body, and he dropped on his knees at its side while the others gathered round.

In the added light everybody now saw things more clearly.

Kitely lay in a heap--just as a man would lie who had been unceremoniously thrown down.
But Brereton's sharp eyes saw at once that after he had been flung at the foot of the mass of rock some hand had disarranged his clothing.