pausing. "Oh, it's in her hand!" and the other two looked and saw,
clasped close in the palm of the woman lying huddled on the floor, a
watch of uncommon design. It was ticking loudly.

"What makes it sound so plain?" asked Tremlain.

"Cause it's so quiet in here," answered Casey. "It'll be noisy enough
later on, though! But it's so quiet--that's what makes the ticking of
the watch sound so plain."

"It is quiet," observed Tremlain. "But in a jewelry store there's
always a lot of clocks making a noise and--Say!" he suddenly cried,
"there's not a clock in this place ticking--notice that? Not a clock
ticking! They've all stopped!"

"You're right!" exclaimed Casey. "The watch is the only thing going in
the whole place!"

The milkmen looked quickly at Darcy.

"Yes, the clocks have all stopped," he said, wetting his lips with his
tongue. "I didn't notice it before, though I did hear the watch in her
hand ticking--I thought it was her heart beating--I guess I said that
before--I don't know what I am saying. This has upset me frightfully."

"I should think it would," agreed Casey. "Funny thing about the clocks
all stopping, though. S'pose they all ran down at once?"

"They couldn't," Darcy answered, "I wound the regulator only
yesterday," and he pointed to the tall timepiece in the show