The two boys entered the room where the dead body of Mr. Garretson was lying. He was a little man, about seventy, and had died of some internal complaint, which had defied the skill of his physician.
"The guv'ner would like to have that specimen," said Tommy.
"Yes," replied Bobsey. "I heard him say he'd give something for the body, to make a hexamination of it, but he didn't think as how the family would stand it."
"Let's wrap it up in a blanket, and take it down the road."
"What for?"
"So that the old man may have a show at it."
"Hi'm hagreeable," answered Bobsey, "only there'll be a jolly row about it, I hexpect."
The idea was no sooner conceived than executed.
Rolling a blanket round the body, the boys carried it out of the house without being perceived, and proceeded to the doctor's with their remarkable burden.
They had not been gone long when the only son of Mr. Garretson, who had been telegraphed for, arrived in a cab.