Then he rolled him over and started to compress his lungs.

Long white streaks marked the puffy red of the swollen, dropsical flesh.

The doctor examined the length of the body, and looked straight into George Holt's eyes.
"No use," he said.

"Bill, go to the 'phone in my office, and tell Coroner Smith to get here from Hartley as soon as he can.

All that's left to do here is to obey the law, and have a funeral.