Extract from Acting Suspiciously
At a signal from their leader, the burial party shouldered the tarpaulin bundle and set off along the path he'd trampled in the undergrowth. At a small clearing, the leader stopped and played the beam of the torch in a semi-circular sweep ahead of him. Moving forward a few inches at a time, he drove the edge of the spade into the ground. Again...again...again. A clunk, unmistakably metallic. With a nod of satisfaction, he attacked the vegetation, shovelling off dried leaves and clumps of grass until he'd exposed a rusty sheet of metal.
The dark hole of the well-shaft swallowed up the beam of the torch long before it reached the bottom. The heavy bundle was dragged forward till one end was hanging over the lip of the well. With a faint sigh of tarpaulin against stone, the body slid down, down, down to its final resting place, a well so deep that though the three men listened for it, they heard no splash.