Veta started to join him. But he shoved her back. "No. You wouldn't want to."
She stared at him blankly. "I wouldn't want to what?"
"You wouldn't want to see what's in there." Ross shuddered. "Smelling it's bad enough."
The girl turned pale.
For now, the stench in the room was well-nigh unbearable.
A hideous stench. The same appalling odor that had permeated the room in which Zoltan Prenzz died.
Ross said, "Go over by the hall door, Veta. And stay there."
Lips trembling, the girl obeyed.
Stiff-faced, Ross opened the closet, then dropped to one knee and peered this way and that.
The thing inside had been a man once. Now, there remained only an oozing heap of protoplasmic horror.