It is perfectly harrowing. You have never
seen anything quite like that, I am surel"

"Yes," murmured Coche, as if speaking to
himself. "One day I did see a murdered man
. . . one murdered scarcely an hour before,
perhaps half an hour only. His body was
not quite cold yet ; he still gathered in his eyes,
as it were, a memory of life ; he was stretched
like that, in a pool of blood; his wound was
almost identical with this one . . . and yet there
was something, I know not what, still more
sinister in the man I remember. ... I can look
at this one without fear, as I might gaze upon
a face moulded in wax. . . . This is a dead body,
that's all. . . . This room is like many other
rooms . . . whilst, looking at the other one . ..
the other murdered man whom I saw once . ..
