“Who?”
“The gentleman what war killed.”
“The deceased, you mean,” said the coroner.
“Yes, sir. I went over and found ’im a-lyin’ face downwards,” was the reply. “I thought ’e wor drunk at first, but when I see blood on the road I knowed there’d been sawmthin’ up. So I went over to ’im.”
“In what position was the body when you discovered it?” the coroner asked.
“’E wor a-lyin’ with ’is feet in the water an’ ’is ’ead in the brambles like.”
“As if he had fallen there?”
“No, sir. As if ’e’d been thrown into the side o’ the road. There was blood—a lot of it all alon’ the road.”
“What did you do?”