A bundle of death ...
On the rocks below was an ominous dark bundle ... It was a man of about forty, still breathing, though unconscious.
Bobby stared at the body, the crisp curling chestnut hair, the big nose, the strong jaw, the white teeth just showing through parted lips, the legs twisted at a curious angle.
Suddenly the man opened his eyes and spoke quite distinctly.
'Why didn't they ask Evans?'
A queer little shudder passed over him, the eyelids dropped, the jaw fell ... he was dead.