PUTTING ON THE SCREWS A score of men and boys followed the undertaker's wagon to the small frame cottage that had been Archibald McBride's home for half a century, and a group of these assembled about the gate as the wagon drew up before it.

Along the quiet street, windows were raised and doors were opened.

It was perhaps the first time, as it was to be the last, that Archibald McBride's neighbors took note of his home-coming.
His keys had been found and intrusted to one of the policemen who accompanied the undertaker and his men; now, as the wagon came to a stand, this officer sprang to the ground, and pushing open the gate went quickly up the path to the front door.

There in the shelter of the porch he paused to light a lantern, then he tried key after key until he found the one that fitted the lock; he opened the door and entered the house, the undertaker following him.

A second officer stationed himself at the door and kept back the crowd.