Darcy pointed to the telephone, and the policeman, showing no more than
a passing interest in the body, at which he glanced casually as he
passed, called up his precinct and reported, being told to remain on
guard until relieved.

"How'd it happen?" he asked, as he came back from the instrument and
leaned against a showcase containing much glittering silver. "Who did
it--when--how?"

"I haven't the least idea," replied Darcy, turning away so as not to
see the faces now pressed against both the front and side doors, each
being locked from the inside. "I found her just as she is now, and
called in the milkmen, who happened to be passing. I had come down to
the store early to do a little repair job, and the first thing I saw
was--her!"

"What time did it happen?"

"I don't even know that. All the clocks have stopped. I don't usually
wind the watches that are left for repair, unless I'm regulating them,
and I haven't any like that in now. The only thing going is that one
watch.

"What one watch? I do hear something ticking," and the policeman
looked at Darcy. "What watch?"

"The one--in her hand."

"Oh, I see! Hum! Well, we'll leave that for the county physician.