Miss Cornelia sat down.

His last words had given her food for thought.

She wanted to mull them over for a moment.
The Doctor removed muffler and topcoat--stuffed the former in his topcoat pocket and threw the latter on the settee.

He took out his handkerchief and began to mop his face, as if to wipe away some strain of mental excitement under which he was laboring.

His breath came quickly--the muscles of his jaw stood out.
"Died instantly, I suppose ?" he said, looking over at the body.