He was not drowned." "Who is he, I wonder." "His name is Jack Lamont." "Do you know him ?" "I know him.

Yes; let's carry him up the bank.

We'll have to notify somebody." The man was dead when he was laid on the soft warm grass.

Dorian covered the lifeless form with his own coat.
"I'll stay here," suggested Dorian's companion, "while you go and telephone the police station in the city.

Then you go right on home and get into some dry clothes." Dorian did as he was told.