In the upper hall Coombs threw open the rear door, and, stood aside, not even looking within.
I glanced past him.

There was the furniture as I remembered it, the dirty walls, the opened window.

But the overturned chair stood against the wall, the cards were stacked on the table, and there was no body lying on the floor.

So startled was I by this discovery that I could scarcely credit my eyesight, but was brought to a realization of the truth by Coombs' harsh laugh.
"Well, where 's yer dead man?
I reckon ye don't see none, hey!" "No," I insisted, "but I did see one--twice.

The body lay there where the stain shows on the floor.