But--now--"

He did not finish, but a shudder seemed to shake his frame.

"It would be a rather grewsome object to have around after it had
killed the old lady," murmured the reporter. "But are you sure it did,
Doc?"

"Pretty sure, yes. I never make a statement, though, until after the
autopsy. No telling what that may develop. I'll get at it right away.
I guess you remember that Murray case," he went on, to no one in
particular. "There they all thought the man was murdered, when, as a
matter of fact he had been taken with a heart spell, fell downstairs,
and a knife he had in his hand pierced his heart."

"That wasn't your case, Doc," observed Carroll.

"No, it was before my time. But I remember it. That's why I'm saying
nothing until I've made an examination. Better 'phone the morgue
keeper," he went on, "and have them come for the body."

"Have you--have you got to take her away?" faltered Darcy.

"Yes. I'm sorry, but it wouldn't do--here," and the doctor motioned to
the glittering array of cut glass and plate. "You won't keep the store
open?" he inquired.

"No. I'll put a notice in the door now," and Darcy wrote out one which
a clerk affixed to the front door for him.