in, so I stoically shook my head. Doubly disappointed, the poor thing shrank back, after looking first at the policeman and then at me in an odd, appealing way, difficult to understand. Then her eyes fell again on the dead girl at her feet, and being nearer now than before, she evidently saw something that startled her, for she sank on her knees with a little cry and began examining the girl's skirts.
'What are you looking at there?' growled the policeman. 'Get up, can't you! No one but the Coroner has right to lay hand on anything here.'
'I'm doing no harm,' the woman protested, in an odd, shaking voice. 'I only wanted to see what the poor thing had on. Some blue stuff, isn't it?' she asked me.
'Blue serge,' I answered; 'store-made, but very good; must have come from Altman's or Stern's.'
'I-I'm not used to sights like this,' stammered the scrub-woman, stumbling awkwardly to her feet, and looking as if her few remaining wits had followed the rest on an endless vacation. 'I-I think I shall have to go home.' But she did not move.
'The poor dear's young, isn't she?' she presently insinuated, with an odd catch in her voice that gave to the question an air of hesitation and doubt.
'I think she is younger than either you or myself,' I deigned to reply. 'Her narrow pointed shoes show she has not reached the years of discretion.'
'Yes, yes, so they do!' ejaculated the cleaner, eagerly-too eagerly for perfect ingenuousness. 'That's why I said 'Poor dear!' and spoke of her pretty face. I am sorry for young folks when they get into trouble, aint you? You and me might lie here and no one be much the worse for it, but a sweet lady like this-'
This was not very flattering to me, but I was prevented from rebuking her by a prolonged shout from the stoop without, as a rush was made against the front door, followed by a shrill peal of the bell.
'Man from Headquarters,' stolidly announced the policeman. 'Open the door, ma'am; or step back into the further hall if you want me to do it.'
Such rudeness was uncalled for; but considering myself too important a witness to show feeling, I swallowed my indignation and proceeded with all my native dignity to the front door.
II – Questions
As I did so, I could catch the murmur of the crowd outside as it seethed forward at the first intimation of the door being opened; but my attention was not so distracted by it, loud as it sounded after the quiet of the shut-up house, that I failed to notice that the door had not been locked by the gentleman leaving the night before, and that, consequently, only the night latch was on. With a turn of the knob it opened, showing me the mob of shouting boys and the forms of two gentlemen awaiting admittance on the door-step. I frowned at the mob and smiled on the gentlemen, one of whom was portly and easy-going in appearance, and the other spare, with a touch of severity in his aspect. But for some reason these gentlemen did not seem to appreciate the honor I had done them, for they both gave me a displeased glance, which was so odd and unsympathetic in its character that I bridled a little, though I soon returned to my natural manner. Did they realize at the first glance that I was destined to prove a thorn in the sides of every one connected with this matter, for days to come?
'Are you the woman who called from the window?' asked the larger of the two, whose business here I found it difficult at first to determine.
'I am,' was my perfectly self-possessed reply. 'I live next door and my presence here is due to the anxious interest I always take in my neighbors. I had reason to think that all was not as it should be in this house, and I was right. Look in the parlor, sirs.'
They were already as far as the threshold of that room and needed no further encouragement to enter. The heavier man went first and the other followed, and you may be sure I was not far behind. The sight meeting our eyes was ghastly enough, as you know; but these men were evidently accustomed to ghastly sights, for they showed but little emotion.
'I thought this house was empty,' observed the second gentleman, who was evidently a doctor.
'So it was till last night,' I put in; and was about to tell my story, when I felt my skirts jerked.
Turning, I found that this warning had come from the cleaner who stood close beside me.
'What do you want?' I asked, not understanding her and having nothing to conceal.
'I?' she faltered, with a frightened air. 'Nothing, ma'am, nothing.'
'Then don't interrupt me,' I harshly admonished her, annoyed at an interference that tended to throw suspicion upon my candor. 'This woman came here to scrub and clean,' I now explained; 'it was by means of the key she carried that we were enabled to get into the house. I never spoke to her till a half hour ago.'
At which, with a display of subtlety I was far from expecting in one of her appearance, she let her emotions take a fresh direction, and pointing towards the dead woman, she impetuously cried:
'But the poor child there! Aint you going to take those things off of her? It's wicked to leave her under all that stuff. Suppose there was life in her!'
'Oh! there's no hope of that,' muttered the doctor, lifting one of the hands, and letting it fall again.
'Still-' he cast a side look at his companion, who gave him a meaning nod-'it might be well enough to lift this cabinet sufficiently for me to lay my hand on her heart.'
They accordingly did this; and the doctor, leaning down, placed his hand over the poor bruised breast.
'No life,' he murmured. 'She has been dead some hours. Do you think we had better release the head?' he went on, glancing up at the portly man at his side.
But the latter, who was rapidly growing serious, made a slight protest with his finger, and turning to me, inquired, with sudden authority:
'What did you mean when you said that the house had been empty till last night?'
'Just what I said, sir. It was empty till about midnight, when two persons-' Again I felt my dress twitched, this time very cautiously. What did the woman want? Not daring to give her a look, for these men were only too ready to detect harm in everything I did, I gently drew my skirt away and took a step aside, going on as if no interruption had occurred. 'Did I say persons? I should have said a man and a woman drove up to the house and entered. I saw them from my window.'
'You did?' murmured my interlocutor, whom I had by this time decided to be a detective. 'And this is the woman, I suppose?' he proceeded, pointing to the poor creature lying before us.
'Why, yes, of course. Who else can she be? I did not see the lady's face last night, but she was young and light on her feet, and ran up the stoop gaily.'
'And the man? Where is the man? I don't see him here.'
'I am not surprised at that. He went very soon after he came, not ten minutes after, I should say. That is what alarmed me and caused me to have the house investigated. It did not seem natural or like any of the Van Burnams to leave a woman to spend the night in so large a house alone.'
'You know the Van Burnams?'
'Not well. But that don't signify. I know what report says of them; they are gentlemen.'
'But Mr. Van Burnam is in Europe.'
'He has two sons.'
'Living here?'
'No; the unmarried one spends his nights at Long Branch, and the other is with his wife somewhere in Connecticut.'
'How did the young couple you saw get in last night? Was there any one here to admit them?'
'No; the gentleman had a key.'
'Ah, he had a key.'
The tone in which this was said recurred to me afterwards, but at the moment I was much more impressed by a peculiar sound I heard behind me, something between a gasp and a click in the throat, which came I knew from the scrub-woman, and which, odd and contradictory as it may appear, struck me as an expression of satisfaction, though what there was in my admission to give satisfaction to this poor creature I could not conjecture. Moving so as to get a glimpse of her face, I went on with the grim self-possession natural to my character:
