The carriage halted as Marion spoke, and Mr. Ray glanced out of the window to see what was the matter.
“We are right in front of the Morgue,” said Marion, looking out. “Oh, I see what is stopping us; they are loading up the dead wagon.”
Her companion shivered as he saw a wagon load of pine coffins about ten feet ahead of them.
“What a horrible place!” he said. “Have you ever been in there?”
“No, but I’d like to go if there is time,” said Marion, quickly. “And I am quite sure there is. The boat does not leave until eleven.”
Mr. Ray spoke to the driver and then helped Marion out. At the same moment another carriage rolled up and stopped directly before the entrance.
“It is Mr. Atherton, Dollie’s employer!” Marion whispered, as she drew back suddenly.
A man had stepped from the other carriage and gone into the Morgue. She knew him instantly, although his back was toward her.
Archie Ray hardly heard the young girl’s next words. He was staring after the lawyer with a dazed expression.