"No," said Dumphy, promptly, "but of course I don't know."
"Then let me relieve your mind at once, and tell you that she is not."
"You know this to be a fact?" asked Dumphy.
"I do. The body supposed to be Grace Conroy's and so identified, was your wife's. I recognised it at once, knowing Grace Conroy to have been absent at the culmination of the tragedy."
"And why did you not correct the mistake?"
"That is my business," said Arthur, haughtily, "and I believe I have been invited here to attend to yours. Your wife is dead."
"Then," said Mr. Dumphy, rising with a brisk business air, "if you are willing to testify to that fact, I reckon there is nothing more to be done."
Arthur did not rise, but sat watching Mr. Dumphy with an unmoved face. After a moment Mr. Dumphy sat down again, and looked aggressively but nervously at Arthur. "Well," he said, at last.
"Is that all?" asked Arthur, quietly; "are you willing to go on and establish the fact?"
"Don't know what you mean!" said Dumphy, with an attempted frankness which failed signally.