d**k LOOKED round for a safe way to the bottom, and presently was clambering down a projecting shoulder of the hill. He reached the edge of the lake as a figure came wading ashore, blubbering and sobbing in grief and fury. d**k seized him by the shoulder and swung him round.
“Cawler!” he said.
“My God! My God! He’s dead!” sobbed the chauffeur. “Both of ’em! And that swine! I ought to have killed him first!”
“Where are they?”
The man pointed with a shaking hand to a small triangular object in the centre of the lake.
“The car turned over. I tried to pull him out,” he wailed. “If I’d only killed him that night I found what they’d done! Do something, Mr Martin.” He gripped d**k frenziedly. “Save him. I don’t care what happens to me. Perhaps we could get the car turned over?”
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