The Canon continued his ministrations quietly and inexpertly, making a considerable mess of himself. It was clear that along with sin blood had no terrors for him.
“There,” he said at last, apparently to the corpse, and he looked long at the now no longer horrible but dirty and infinitely pathetic face. Presently he pulled the lids down over the dull eyes.
“Poor boy.” All the wastage of Duds’ manhood was expressed and commiserated in unself-conscious regret.
As Avril took up the dead man’s hands to fold them, the jacket sleeves caught his attention and for the first time he became puzzled. He lifted the right arm and ran his hand up to the elbow.
“Some light, please,” he commanded gently, and Luke’s torch shone down for him at once. It fell on a neat leather patch on the elbow and on a
