- guardian.co.uk, Tuesday July 15 2008 09.37 BST
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As they searched the thick shrubbery to the left of the front drive, Nutt remarked that they would find a dead child if the living one was not found. He then struck off to the right, towards a servants' privy hidden in the bushes, and Benger followed. They came to the privy and looked in: a small pool of clotted blood lay on the floor.
"See, William," said Benger, "what we have got to see."
"Oh, Benger," said Nutt. "It is as I predicted."
"Get a light, William," said Benger.
Nutt went to the back door of the house and along the passage to the scullery. There he found Mary Holcombe, the gardener's mother. She was employed by the Kents as a charwoman for two days or so each week. Nutt asked for a candle, and she looked at him.
"For God's sake, what's the matter, William?"
"Don't alarm yourself, Mary," he said. "I only want a candle for a minute to see what we can see."
While Nutt was gone, Benger lifted the lavatory lid and peered in until his eyes adjusted to the darkness. "By steadily looking down, I could see better, and saw a something like clothing below; I put my hand down and raised the blanket." The blanket was soaked with blood. About two feet under the seat, on the wooden "splashboard" that partly blocked the descent to the pit beneath, was the boy's body. Saville was lying on his side, one arm and one leg slightly drawn up.
"Look here," said Benger as Nutt appeared with the candle. "Oh, William, here it is."
