"How lying? — I mean, on its back or face?"
Rampole reflected, closing his eyes. All he could think of was the wetness of the face. "On his side, I think. Yes, I'm certain."
"Left or right?"
"I don't know… wait a minute! Yes, I do. It was the right
Doctor Fell bent forward unexpectedly, poking the table sharply with his cane. "You're sure of that?" he demanded. "You're sure of it, now, boy? Remember, it's easy to be confused."
The other nodded. Yes — feeling that dead man's neck, bending over and finding it all squashed into his right shoulder; he nodded fiercely, to drive away the image. "It was the right," he answered. "I'll swear to it
"That is quite correct, Sir Benjamin," the rector affirmed, putting his finger tips together.
"Very well. What did you do next, Mr. Rampole?"
"Why, Mr. Saunders got there, and we weren't certain what to do. All we could think of was getting him out of the wet. So first we thought we'd carry him down to the cottage here, and then we didn't want to frighten Mrs. Fell; so we took him up and. put him in a room just inside the prison. Oh, yes-and we found the bicycle lamp he'd been using for a light. I tried to work it so as to give us some light, but it had been smashed by the fall."
"Where was this lamp? In his hand?"