“Blenkinson, you there?” asked Crofts.
“I am, sir.”
“Have you ’phoned Superintendent Salt at New Aidenn?”
“I ’ave, sir. ’E’s coming, and looking out for hall suspicious characters on the south road.”
“All right, then.”
“Hadn’t the women better go?” asked Ludlow practically.
“Go in, everybody,” said Crofts.
“Must he be left?”
Doctor Aire said, “Put something under the back of his head and cover his body with something. I’ll stand guard here. He can’t be moved until the police arrive.”
“God!”