Even Blootch envied him.
"She's been dead jest an hour an' seven minutes," observed Anderson, gingerly touching the dead woman's wrist.

"Doggone, I'm glad o' one thing!" "What's that, Anderson ?" "We won't have to set her hip.

Saved expense." "But we'll have to bury her, like as not," said Isaac Porter.
"Yes," said Anderson reflectively.

"She'll have to be buried.
But--but--" and here his face lightened up in relief--"not fer a day er two; so what's the use worryin'." When the coroner arrived, soon after six o'clock, a jury was empanelled and witnesses sworn.

In ten minutes a verdict of suicide was returned and the coroner was on his way back to Boggs City.