Next he stole sideways, inch by inch, so gradual was his cautious progress, until he could catch a glimpse of Mac Strann's face.

It was like the open face of a child; there was in it no expression except wonder.
At length a hoarse voice issued from between the grinning lips of Haw-Haw.
"Ain't you goin' to close the eyes, Mac ?" At this the great head of Mac Strann rolled back and he raised his glance to Haw-Haw, who banished the grin from his mouth by a vicious effort.
"Ain't he got to see his way ?" asked Mac Strann, and lowered his glance once more to the dead man.

As for Haw-Haw Langley, he made a long, gliding step back towards the door, and his beady eyes opened in terror; yet a deadly fascination drew him back again beside the bed.
Mac Strann said: "Kind of looks like Jerry was ridin' the home trail, Haw-Haw.

See the way he's smilin' ?" The vulture stroked his lean cheeks and seemed once more to swallow his silent mirth.
"And his hands," said Mac Strann, "is just like life, except that they's gettin' sort of chilly.

He don't look changed, none, does he, Haw-Haw?
Except that he's seein' something off there--away off there.