"What is it?" she asked, raising the light high.Maggie did not answer, only leaning there and staring down.
"You'd better come, Bill," the woman said."There's something wrong up 'ere."The woman came up the stairs followed by two men; they moved cautiously as though, they expected to find something terrible round the next corner.
"What is it?" said the woman again when she came up to Maggie.But Maggie made no answer.They pushed past her and went into the room.
Maggie followed them.She saw the room obscured by mist; she heard some whispering and fumbling, then a match was struck; there was a bead-like flare followed suddenly by the flaming of a candle.In the quick light the room was bright.Maggie saw her uncle hanging from some projection in the rough ceiling.A chair was overturned at his feet.His body was like a bag of old clothes, his big boots turning inwards towards one another.His face was a dull grey and seemed cut off from the rest of his body by the thick blue muffler that encircled his neck.He was grinning at her; the tip of his tongue protruded at her between his teeth.She noticed his hands that hung heavily like dead fish.
After that she knew no more save that the sea seemed to rush in a great flood, with a sudden vindictive roar, into the room.