KEITH. Yes?
LARRY. [In a smothered voice] Dead, Keith. I never knew till afterwards that she was hanging on to him—to h-help me. [Again he wrings his hands.]
KEITH. [In a hard, dry voice] What did you do then?
LARRY. We—we sat by it a long time.
KEITH. Well?
LARRY. Then I carried it on my back down the street, round a corner, to an archway.
KEITH. How far?
LARRY. About fifty yards.
KEITH. Was—did anyone see?
LARRY. No.