"What do you mean?"
"My instructions are to have the body cremated without delay. I ship to the crematory this evening."
Greg struck his fist into his palm. "I might have guessed as much!" he cried.
"I don't understand you, sir."
"You have been deceived!" said Greg earnestly. "This is really the body of Antonio Bareda who was murdered. His murderers are trying to destroy the evidence of their crime."
The undertaker smiled indulgently. "My dear sir! This is a preposterous charge! You may be assured that I satisfied myself everything was in order before I accepted the work."
"How 'in order?'" Greg demanded.
"The death certificate, the permit from the Board of Health, the younger Mr. Alfieri's credentials——"
"They have both money and influence," put in Greg.
"The dead man's jewelry was still on his person when the body was brought here."