My guest was lying sprawled on his back. There was a long knife through his heart which skewered him to the floor.
CHAPTER 2 The Milkman Sets Out on his Travels
I sat down in an armchair and felt very sick.That lasted for maybe five minutes, and was succeeded by a fit of the horrors. The poor staring white face on the floor was more than I could bear,and I managed to get a table-cloth and cover it. Then I staggered to a cupboard, found the brandy and swallowed several mouthfuls. I had seen men die violently before; indeed I had killed a few myself in the Matabele War; but this cold-blooded indoor business was different. Still I managed to pull myself together. I looked at my watch, and saw that it was half-past ten.