He led the way to a back room, and for a minute or two Nick and Patsy stood there studying the still, cold form.
“Can I do anything more for you?” asked the undertaker, as they turned away.
“No, thank you.”
“I suppose you’ll see the clergyman’s friend, won’t you?”
“Do you mean Mr. Folsom?”
“Yes, sir. The hotel people, you see, Mr. Carter, told me to take charge of the body, and I supposed it would be a kind of charity case, as, of course, the hotel people had no interest in the unfortunate man. But if Mr. Folsom was his friend, perhaps he’d like to order a better casket, don’t you see. If——”
“I’ll speak to Mr. Folsom about it.”
“Thank you, sir. Perhaps you’d like to look at some of my caskets, and advise Mr. Folsom——”
“I’ll leave that to him.”