The Pool of St Branok Author:Phillippa Carr He was heavy. We pulled him across the grass leaving a trail of blood. We had him right to the edge of the pool. I noticed that his eyes were open; he seemed to be staring at me. I thought: I shall never be able to forget him... — We pushed the body into the pool, but it was shallow and we had to wade in so that we were sure we were getting him t... more »o the deeper part. The water was cold. I was shivering. He slipped out of our grasp. For a moment I saw his head with the dark wet hair, the odd pallor of the skin, the open accusing eyes..."It's a terrible thing to kill a man," I said« less