"We're just going to get him," said Richard quietly.
They walked on in silence for a mile and then at a turn of the road they saw Zero, apparently asleep in the sunlight in the white dust.
"I ought to do this," said Richard, "but I wish you would."
"Right, old chap. It'll be over in a moment, and he'll be dead before he knows he's hurt. Look the other way."
"Richard turned round and waited, as it seemed to him, for a long time, waiting for the shot. Suddenly he heard Hammond's voice behind him.
"No need to shoot. The poor beggar's dead—been run over by a motor-car, I should say. It's a lucky accident."
"I wonder," said Richard.
"Wonder what?"
"Wonder if it was really an accident."