[Roger The Chapman 02] - The Plymouth Cloak - Plot & Excerpts
'Knifed,' he said succinctly. 'Through the heart.' 'What? You must–' I had been going to say: 'You must be mistaken,' but I cut my words off short. I stepped forward to see for myself. Philip was lying on his back, heaved unceremoniously on to the boards by the sawyer and his assistant, the strong features, beneath their coating of dirt and grass stains, waxen and somehow diminished by death. The eyes were half shut, the heavy lids concealing any final expression of surprise or horror at his approaching fate. The knees of his hose and the toes of his boots were caked with earth, where he had lain face downwards throughout the long hours of darkness on the water-logged river bank. The front of his jerkin, too, was discoloured, but mixed with the mud were runnels of a more sinister, rusty brown, which stemmed from the handle of a knife driven into his chest up to the hilt and firmly embedded in tissue and muscle. 'The back of 'is 'ead's been stove in, too,' the sawyer said with relish.
What do You think about [Roger The Chapman 02] - The Plymouth Cloak?
