I saw her and talked to her up at the house but two or three hours ago.

How did she get in ?" The same question always; from all alike: how did she get in?
Dr.West rose.
"You can move her," he said.
"Is she dead, sir ?" "Yes." Frederick Massingbird--who had been the one to hold the matches--caught the doctor's arm.
"Not _dead_!" he uttered.

"Not dead beyond hope of restoration ?" "She will never be restored in this world," was the reply of Dr.West.
"She is quite dead." "Measures should be tried, at any rate," said Frederick Massingbird warmly.
"By all means," acquiesced Dr.West.

"It will afford satisfaction, though it should do nothing else." They raised her once more, her clothes dripping, and turned with quiet, measured steps towards Verner's Pride.

Of course the whole assemblage attended.