Now get in again.

I sha'n't be two minutes." He slipped off the red sash and coat and waistcoat of the dead man, emptied his trouser pockets and turned them inside out, then lifting the body on his shoulder he carried it to one of the empty houses and threw it down.
"They will never know who he is," he said to himself "In this neighbourhood the first comer will take his shirt and trousers.

They will suppose he has been killed and robbed, no uncommon matter in these days, and his body will be thrown into the public pit, and no one be any the wiser.

I will burn the coat and waistcoat as soon as I get back.".