"And you think that Nanette might have something to sell to you?"

"Yes, that's it; that's why I came. For I don't suppose there's
much chance for any business with my cigar holders and other
trifles here so near the city."

"Cigar holders? Why, I don't know; perhaps we can make a trade.
Come in with me. Why, just see how gentle the dog is with you!"

"Isn't he that way with everybody? I supposed he was no watchdog."

"Oh, indeed he is. He usually won't allow anybody to touch him,
except those whom he knows well. I'm astonished that he lets you
come to the house at all."

They had reached the door by this time. The peddler laid his hand
on the servant's arm and halted a moment. "Where was it that she
threw herself out?"

"From the last window upstairs there."

"And did it kill her at once?"

"Yes. Anyway she was unconscious when we came down."

"Was the master at home?"

"Why, yes, it happened in the middle of the night."

"She had a fever, didn't she? Had she been ill long?"