He bent over, passing a screw driver to the detective.
"Take off the top plate. That will let us see all we want."
Jenkins climbed out.
"I shan't look. I don't dare look."
Silas Blackburn touched Bobby's arm timidly.
"I've been a hard man, Bobby—"
He broke off, his bearded lips twitching.
The grating of the screws tore through the silence. Rawlins glanced up.
"Lend a hand, somebody."
Groom spoke hoarsely: