He was laid there, a few yards out of the path that runs across the Shawl at that point.

I saw he was dead--and as for his being murdered, well, all I can say is, he's been strangled! That's flat." "Strangled!" exclaimed Bent.
"Aye, without doubt," replied Garthwaite.

"There's a bit of rope round his neck that tight that I couldn't put my little finger between it and him! But you'll see for yourselves--it's not far up the Shawl.

You never heard anything, Mr.Cotherstone ?" "No, we heard naught," answered Cotherstone.

"If it's as you say, there'd be naught to hear." He had led them out of his grounds by a side-gate, and they were now in the thick of the firs and pines which grew along the steep, somewhat rugged slope of the Shawl.