"What easier? A house being built on the very next plot.
Wheelbarrows to be had for the taking. A line of planks reaching
down to the edge. Depth of water where the body was discovered four
feet six inches. Nothing to do but just tip up the barrow.
"Think a minute. Must weigh him down, lest he rise to accuse us;
weight him heavily, so that he will sink lower and lower into the
soft mud, lie there till he rots.
"Think again. Think it out to the end. Suppose, in spite of all
our precautions, he does rise? Suppose the chain slips? The
workmen going to and fro for water--suppose they do discover him?
"He is lying on his back, remember. They would have turned him over
to feel for his heart. Have closed his eyes, most probably, not
liking their stare.
"It would be the woman who first thought of it. She has seen them
both lying with closed eyes beside her. It may have always been in
her mind, the likeness between them. With Hepworth's watch in his
pocket, Hepworth's ring on his finger! If only it was not for the
beard--that fierce, curling, red beard!
"They creep to the window and peer out. Fog still thick as soup.
Not a soul, not a sound. Plenty of time.
"Then to get away, to hide till one is sure. Put on the mackintosh.
A man in a yellow mackintosh may have been seen to enter; let him be
seen to go away.
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