‘Will Tiffin told me early this morning, and I made him swear not to breathe it to another soul. When he found her, she was lying here on her back, not twisted or dishevelled as she would have been if she had lain where she had fallen, but stiff and straight, with her hands folded and her eyes closed. Don’t you see—’ her voice quivered and sank to a whisper — ‘Will said it looked as if she had been laid out as a corpse.’
