Dr. David Stone, walking rapidly beside Lady, seemed unaware of the
penetrating chill of the pale, thin dawn. His broad shoulders swung with
his stride, his coat was open, and no hat covered the white hair of his
magnificently-formed head. But Joe Morrow, his nephew, huddled down into
a turtle-neck sweater and shivered.
"Joe," said Dr. Stone, "I shouldn't have let you come along on this.
You've never seen a dead man before."