"Yes, there can be no doubt about that. He was so fond of business, and thought so much of money, and—"
"We won't talk about it, dear, now," Mrs. Mortomley said softly.
"Have you—seen him?" Mrs. Werner asked, after a pause.
"No," Dolly answered. "I should like to do so, though, if I may."
"You have quite forgiven him?"
"I had done that, Lenny, thank God, before this."
Just a faint pressure of the trembling fingers, and Dolly rose to go downstairs.
"Williams, I want to see your master," she said, and Williams forthwith conducted her into the same room where Messrs. Forde and Kleinwort had sat on that night when they came to Mr. Werner's house in quest of Mortomley. There in the same dress he wore when last she saw him alive, he lay stiff and dead.
"Why has not something been done with him?" Dolly asked shuddering. "Why do you let him lie there like that?"
"We must not move him until after the inquest," said the man.