It would seem as if he'd leaned or sat on the railings and they'd given way beneath him, and of course he'd pitched headlong into the quarry.

It's fifty feet deep, Mr.Mayor! That's all one can think of.

But Dr.Rockcliffe's with him now." Mallalieu made a mighty effort to appear calm, as, with a grave and concerned face, he followed his guide into the place where the doctor, an official or two, and Cotherstone were grouped about the dead man.

He gave one glance at his partner and Cotherstone gave one swift look at him--and there was something in Cotherstone's look which communicated a sudden sense of uneasy fear to Mallalieu: it was a look of curious intelligence, almost a sort of signal.

And Mallalieu experienced a vague feeling of dread as he turned to the doctor.
"A bad job--a bad job!" he muttered, shaking his head and glancing sideways at the body.