Victor Bridges, Greensea Island: A Mystery of the Essex Coast
“ I could only stand there with clenched hands waiting until I could control my voice. "Who did it, Bascomb?" I said at last. He came up to me, and, bad as I felt myself, I was almost shocked by the sight of his face. It was like a horrible grey mask, twisted and distorted with passion. "Who d'yer think?" he demanded hoarsely. "There's only one devil in the world who'd go fur to do a thing like that." He sank down on his knees beside the body, and, sliding his hand under the big head, lifted it tenderly from the grass. "You mean Manning?" The words came out mechanically. ”
