No law against being intimate with a corpse, Francis.

Sarah Holloway “No law against being intimate with a corpse, Francis.” He looked back at the cave. “Poor devil is done in.” And as if that had been a signal, a shot could be heard from within the cave. Francis raced back inside.

He emerged in short order, pale and incredulous. He looked into Allingham’s eyes. “Son of a bitch shot himself through the head, Captain. Shot himself right through the goddamned head.” Allingham