For a space no one spoke. Then Montgomery hiccuped, “Who⁠—said he was dead?”

The monkey-man looked guiltily at the hairy-grey thing. “He is dead,” said this monster. “They saw.”

There was nothing threatening about this detachment, at any rate. They seemed awestricken and puzzled.

“Where is he?” said Montgomery.

“Beyond,” and the grey creature pointed.

“Is there a law now?” asked the monkey-man. “Is it still to be this and that? Is he dead indeed?”

“Is there a law?” repeated the man in white. “Is there a law, thou other with the whip?”

“He is dead,” said the hairy-grey thing. And they all stood watching us.

“Prendick,” said Montgomery, turning his dull eyes to me. “He’s dead, evidently.”