Our people noticed that one of the buttons was broken in two.

Well, that don't seem much of a clue, does it, Miss Daisy?
Will you believe me when I tells you that that other bit of button was discovered, and that it hanged the fellow?
And 'twas the more wonderful because all three buttons was different!" Daisy stared wonderingly, down at the little broken button which had hung a man.

"And whatever's that!" she asked, pointing to a piece of dirty-looking stuff.
"Well," said Chandler reluctantly, "that's rather a horrible thing -- that is.

That's a bit o' shirt that was buried with a woman-- buried in the ground, I mean--after her husband had cut her up and tried, to burn her.

'Twas that bit o' shirt that brought him to the gallows." "I considers your museum's a very horrid place!" said Daisy pettishly, turning away.
She longed to be out in the passage again, away from this brightly lighted, cheerful-looking, sinister room.
But her father was now absorbed in the case containing various types of infernal machines.