He turned it and the door swung inward.
Again he glanced at Chief Arkwright.

The chief nodded, and led the way into the house.

They stood in a kitchen, clean as to floors and tables, but now in the utmost disorder.

They spent only a moment here, then passed into the narrow hall, along this to a door that stood open, and then--then Chief Arkwright paused, staring downward, and respectfully lifted his hat.
"Always the same," he remarked enigmatically.
Mr.Birnes thrust himself forward and through the door.

On the floor, with white face turned upward, and fixed, staring eyes, lay an old man.