I crammed, the hat on her head again. “Get hold of her knees… we’ll never get her into the car.”
We carried her out into the dark night. I could only hear Ackie’s heavy breathing and the sound of our feet crunching on the gravel. Overhead, the sky looked stormy. Big clouds raced across the face of the moon.
The car was a big six-seater, but it took us all our time getting her in. We got her fixed at last in the corner of the seat. In the dim light of the roof-lamp she looked good. No one would have known that she was dead.
Ackie said: “That’s a swell job.”
“You stay here… I’ve got to get her shoe.”
“If you think I’m staying out with her alone you’re barmy,” he said with great feeling. “We’ll do this together or not at all.”
We turned out the light inside the car and went back inside the lodge.
“Before we go we’d better clean up this mess,” I said.
We did that. When we were through we had another drink and then turned out the lights and went out to the car.
“We’ll toss who drives,” I said.