His hand was on the door-knob, and he half turned as he answered,
"To dig some graves."

"Don't leave me, Hans, with - " her eyes swept the room - "with
this."

"The graves must be dug sometime," he said.

"But you do not know how many," she objected desperately. She
noted his indecision, and added, "Besides, I'll go with you and
help."

Hans stepped back to the table and mechanically snuffed the candle.
Then between them they made the examination. Both Harkey and
Dutchy were dead - frightfully dead, because of the close range of
the shot-gun. Hans refused to go near Dennin, and Edith was forced
to conduct this portion of the investigation by herself.

"He isn't dead," she called to Hans.

He walked over and looked down at the murderer.

"What did you say?" Edith demanded, having caught the rumble of
inarticulate speech in her husband's throat.

"I said it was a damn shame that he isn't dead," came the reply.

Edith was bending over the body.