out the side one. That was locked with the spring catch from the
inside."

"Wasn't it bolted?" came sharply from Thong.

"I didn't notice about that. You see, I was all excited like--"

"Yes," assented Thong.

"There's a bolt on the door!" Carroll snapped.

"Yes, but Mrs. Darcy may have slipped it back herself. She was down
first, though why, I can't say. She seldom came down ahead of me,
especially of late years. I generally opened the store. The clerks
report at eighty-thirty--there's some of 'em now."

More knockings had sounded on the front door, and the faces of two
young men peered in through the misty glass, the crowd having made a
lane for them on learning that they worked in the place of death.

"Let 'em in, sure!" assented Thong. "We got to talk to all of 'em!
Let 'em in!"

Darcy did so, Mulligan helping him keep back the crowd of curious ones.

"Here comes Miss Brill," said one of the men clerks to Darcy. "What's
the matter? Is Mrs. Darcy--?"

"Dead! Killed, I'm afraid! The store won't open to-day, but the
police want to see every one. Oh, Miss Brill, come in!" and he held