"You very rarely see a man dead with any other look on his face--you know the other look.--" And he clenched his teeth with a sudden, momentaneous, ghastly distortion.--"Well, you'd never have known this chap was dead.

He had a wound here--in the back of the head--and a bit of blood on his hand--and nothing else, nothing.

Well, I said we'd give him a decent burial.

He lay there waiting--and they'd wrapped him in a filthy blanket--you know.
Well, I said he should have a proper blanket.

He'd been dead lying there a day and a half you know.