And in one of those places, close to the walls, there was a distinct gap, jagged and irregular, as if some heavy mass had recently plunged through the screen of leaf and branch from the heights above, and beneath this the startled searchers saw the body, lying beside a heap of stones and earth in the unmistakable stillness of death.
"You see how it must have happened," whispered Greyle, as they all bent round the dead man.

"He must have fallen from the very top of the Keep--from the parapet, in fact--and plunged through this mass of green stuff above us.

If he had hit that where it's so thick--there!--it might have broken his fall, but, you see, he struck it at the very thinnest part, and being a big and heavyish man, of course, he'd crash right through it.

Now of course, when we examined the Keep on Monday morning, it never struck us that there might be something down here--if you go up the turret stairs to the top and look down on this mass of green stuff from the very top, you'll see that it looks undisturbed; there's scarcely anything to show that he fell through it, from up there.

But--he did!" "Whose notion was it that he might be found here ?" asked Copplestone.
"Chatfield's," replied the Squire.