"Death," he reflected, "that was death, I suppose. They still die."
"It was not so, it is not so, and, indeed, God forbid it should be so."
I
At the foot of a hill, about five miles from Great Wymering, Doctor Allingham suddenly jammed down the brake of his car, got out, and began pacing the dusty road. Gregg remained seated in the car with his arms folded.
"Aren't you going any further?" he enquired, anxiously.
"No, I'm not," grumbled the Doctor, "I've had enough of this wild-goose chase. And besides, it's nearly dinner time."
"But just now you were inclined to think differently," said Gregg, reproachfully.