But, observing that his companions had already entered the vestibule, he overcame his hesitancy and followed them within.
The elevator boy eyed the three men curiously as he took them to the floor on which the apartment was situated.

And he lingered inquisitively while Collins inserted the key in the lock and opened the door.
They entered with a vague feeling of gloom, as if about to step into a death chamber.

Nor did they regain their spirits on perceiving the disordered condition of the place, with the many mementos of her who had killed herself in fear that she had betrayed Collins, scattered about.
"I wish she was here now," said Collins, tenderly picking up a white glove that had been thrown to the floor.

"I might have married her at that!" The others disposed themselves in chairs while Collins wandered aimlessly about the apartment.

Grief-stricken though he was, he showed no appreciation of the significance of the tragedy for which he was in large measure responsible.