"And you didn't call the janitor?"

"No. I wasn't very wide awake, and I didn't really attach any
importance to it until after I saw her--dead."

"Um! Yes," murmured Carroll. "Well, then you went to sleep again.
What did you do next?"

"I awakened with a sudden start just before six o'clock. I had not set
an alarm, though I wanted to get up early to do a little repair job I
had promised for early this morning. But I have gotten so in the habit
of rousing at almost any hour I mentally set for myself the night
before, that I don't need an alarm clock. I had fixed my mind on the
fact that I wanted to get up at five-thirty, and I think it was just a
quarter to six when I got up. I was anxious to finish the repair job
for a man who was to leave on an early train this morning. He may be
in any time now, and I haven't it ready for him."

"What sort of a repair job?" asked Carroll.

"On a watch."

"Where's the watch now?" and the detective flicked the ashes from a
cigar the reporter had given him. Daley was down in the jewelry store,
interviewing the clerks while Darcy was on the grill up above.

"The watch," murmured Darcy. "It--it's in her hand," and he nodded in
the direction of the silent figure downstairs.

"The watch that is still ticking?"