Cavanagh did not spare him. "Somebody had to lend a hand. I couldn't see
him die there alone, and he had to be buried, so I did the job."
Gregg recoiled a step or two, but the deputy stood staring, the
implication of all this sinking deep. "Were you wearing the same clothes
you've got on?"
"Yes, but I used a slicker while working around the body."
"Good King!" The sweat broke out on the man's face. "You ought to be
arrested."