“I am Mr. Carter, the detective.”
“Oh, yes; Mrs. Constant is expecting you. Indeed, she is very anxious to see you.”
Nick looked up in great surprise, saying:
“Mrs. Constant?”
He pointed to the body lying within the box.
The undertaker smiled in a melancholy way, and said:
“That is what has puzzled and confused people so. But let me take you to Mrs. Constant. She has been asking every minute if you have come.”
Nick followed the undertaker up the stairs to the door of a room in the front of the house, at which the undertaker rapped lightly.
A maidservant opened the door, and when the undertaker said that Mr. Carter was there, flung it wide open, saying:
“Come, Mr. Carter, Mrs. Constant will be glad to see you.”