"Come on!" he said shortly. "I'll show you."

Driscoll murmured a word or two to the newly-arrived constable, and
then turned to the porter.

"How came you to find him, then?" he asked

The porter jerked his head at the door which they were leaving.

"I heard that door slam," he replied, irritably, as if the fact which
he mentioned caused him offence. "I know I did! So I got up to look
around. Then--well, I saw that!"

He raised a hand, pointing down the lane. The three men followed his
outstretched finger. And Spargo then saw a man's foot, booted,
grey-socked, protruding from an entry on the left hand.

"Sticking out there, just as you see it now," said the porter. "I ain't
touched it. And so--"

He paused and made a grimace as if at the memory of some unpleasant
thing. Driscoll nodded comprehendingly.

"And so you went along and looked?" he suggested. "Just so--just to see
who it belonged to, as it might be."

"Just to see--what there was to see," agreed the porter. "Then I saw
there was blood. And then--well, I made up the lane to tell one of you
chaps."