Constable Haze appeared a few minutes later, carrying two oil lanterns. “Will these do?” “Yes. Thank you.” “Mind if I watch?” he asked. “Not at all.” “Well?” Constable Haze said as he leaned over Jason’s shoulder and peered at the dead man. “Well what?” “What do you think?” Haze asked. “I think he’s dead. Give me a few minutes to perform an examination.”
