Two of his mates reverently covered the remains with an engine cloth, and Darwen and Carstairs went away together. Carstairs was very thoughtful.
"Did you hear what he said?" Darwen asked, when they reached his office.
"Yes, Councillor Donovan."
"Exactly. He seems unfortunate in the choice of his tools."
"You were up by him when he fell, weren't you?"
"Quite close, but, of course, I hadn't a chance to save him."
"No, of course. It's a very awkward job."
"Very. I say old chap, come on home and spend the evening with me, will you? The girl's away, and I know the mater will be pleased to see you."
"Thanks. I—er——"
"Come on, old chap, you've got nothing to do, I know."