Getting rid of the body was the easy part. It was just a question of heaving it over the edge and down into the shaft. There was a heavy silence, followed by a muffled thud somewhere far below them, then nothing. Just darkness and the sound of their breathing. They straightened up, looked at each other, then at him. He said nothing. He simply watched them back, studying their faces one by one. They'd done well so far, better than he'd expected, but he knew the toughest part was yet to come. Cleaning clothes, finding a way back that avoided being seen, planning what to say. There would be questions, lots of questions, and he'd have to make sure their answers matched. He went on studying the faces in the darkness. Perhaps it was as well that they were afraid of him.