“Weel?”
A pause and, careful scrutiny.
“There's blood on your coat.”
“And on yours.”
Together they walked hack into the little moonlit hollow. There lay the murdered sheep in a pool of blood. Plain it was to see whence the marks on their coats came. M'Adam touched the victim's head with his foot. The movement exposed its throat. With a shudder he replaced it as it was.
The two men stood back and eyed one another.
“What are yo' doin' here?”
“After the Killer. What are you?”
“After the Killer?”
“Hoo did you come?”