Should you wish to see the body before it is removed to the Morgue or otherwise disturbed, please hasten to Pier 48 E.R.
GRAHAM.
"Come," said I, "let's go and see for ourselves.

If it should be the one--" "The dinner party proposed by Mr.Blake for to-night, may have its interruptions," he remarked.
I do not wish to make my story any longer than is necessary, but I must say that when in an hour or so later, I stood with Mr.Gryce before the unconscious form of that poor drowned girl I felt an unusual degree of awe stealing over me: there was so much mystery connected with this affair, and the parties implicated were of such standing and repute.
I almost dreaded to see the covering removed from her face lest I should behold, what?
I could not have told if I had tried.
"A trim made body enough," cried the official in charge as Mr.Gryce lifted an end of the cloth that enveloped her and threw it back.

"Pity the features are not better preserved." "No need for us to see the features," exclaimed I, pointing to the locks of golden red hair that hung in tangled masses about her.

"The hair is enough; she is not the one." And I turned aside, asking myself if it was relief I felt.
To my surprise Mr.Gryce did not follow.
"Tall, thin, white face, black eyes." I heard him whisper to himself.
"It is a pity the features are not better preserved." "But," said I, taking him by the arm, "Fanny spoke particularly of her hair being black, while this girl's--Good heavens!" I suddenly ejaculated as I looked again at the prostrate form before me.

"Yellow hair or black, this is the girl I saw him speaking to that day in Broome Street.