"It's not what you will find--" said he, and stopped, biting his lips and looking down.
The coroner uttered a few words of consolation forced from him by the painfulness of the situation.

The young man did not seem to hear them.
The only sign of life he gave was to rush away the moment the coroner had taken his leave, and regain his seat within sight and hearing of his still unconscious sister.

As he did so, these words came to his ears through the door which separated them: "Flowers--I smell flowers! Lila, you always loved flowers; but I never saw your hands so full of them." Arthur uttered a sharp cry; then, bowing his face upon his aims, he broke into sobs which shook the table where he sat.
Twenty-four hours later, in the coroner's office, sat an anxious group discussing the great case and the possible revelations awaiting them.

The district attorney, Mr.Clifton, the chief of police, and one or two others--among them Sweetwater--made up the group, and carried on the conversation.

Dr.Perry only was absent.