“C21H22 + NaOH C21H22 + H20 + NaNO3.”
And so on for a column and a half.
“Oh, Colonel! Have you found out anything yet?” the girl besought.
“Nothing of importance, I am sorry to say.”
“But you are working on it?”
“Oh, yes. Have you anything to tell me?”
“No; except that I am perfectly miserable. It is all so terrible. And we can't even put poor father's body in the grave, where he might rest.”
“No, the coroner is waiting for permission from the prosecutor. It seems they are trying to find some one who knows about the quarrel between Harry and your father.”
“I don't believe there was a quarrel—at least not a serious one. Harry isn't that kind. I'm sure he is not guilty. Harry Bartlett had nothing to do with his death. If my father was not a suicide—”
“But if he was not a suicide, for the sake of justice and to prove Harry Bartlett innocent, we must find out who did kill your father,” said the colonel.