MRS. WESTERLUND. What's that?
HEARSE-DRIVER. Oh, he had slabs of cork with pins on 'em, and a lot of flies—something beyond us here—but I guess that's the proper way—can I go out to the kitchen now?
MRS. WESTERLUND. Yes, if you use the back door, I think you can get something wet——
HEARSE-DRIVER. But I want to have a word with the dyer before I drive off—I've got my horses over at the stone-cutter's, who's my second cousin, you know. Haven't got any use for him, as you know, too, but we're doing business together, he and I—that is, I put in a word for him with the heirs, and so he lets me put my horses into his yard—just let me know when the dyer shows up—luck, wasn't it, that he didn't have his works here, too——
[He goes out, passing around the inn.
MRS. WESTERLUND goes into the inn by the front door.
ANDERSON, who has finished eating, begins to dig again.
ANDERSON. Do you find anything?
ANDERSON. Nails and door-hinges—all the keys are hanging in a bunch over there by the front door.
ANDERSON. Did they hang there before, or did you put them there?
ANDERSON. No, they were hanging there when I got here.
ANDERSON. That's queer—for then somebody must have locked all the doors and taken out the keys before it began burning! That's queer!