"There is something wrong about this!" he exclaimed; "explain it."
Sally began to cry, and put the corner of her apron to her eyes.
"Wretched girl!" he continued, shaking her arm, "what have you done with my father's body?"
"I ain't done nothing; but"—her face brightened—"it might have been those two young varmints."
"What two young varmints?"
"Them as come from the doctor."
"Dr. Slasher's boys?"
"Yes, sir."
"Have they been here?"
"A few minutes ago. I let them in to see the deceased, and I'll swear the corpse was all right then."