The watchmen saw only the great yellow round tanks of the liquor pure as imported, and pushed in behind the blind.

There was no one there; a bench was overturned, and there were glasses upon the counter.

No one there?
One of the watchmen struck something with his foot, and, stooping, touched a human body.

He started up.
"There's a man here." He did not say dead, or drunk; but his tone said every thing.
One of them ran to the next doctor, and returned with him after a little while.

Meanwhile the others had raised the body.