"Men inside," answered Nels, giving Marsh a shock.
"Tell me all about it, Nels," said Marsh, patting the man on the shoulder, "and I'll give you some more money."
"House close two year. Since den Aye see fonny men—most in night time. Big, black car—no light. House stay close—all dark—fonny—so Aye watch."
"Is that all?" inquired Marsh.
"Aye tell my wife—she say Aye drink too much hootch," grinned Nels. "So Aye don't tell her about deh oder night."
"What night was that?"
"Aye tenk las' Monday night. Aye go see Ole. He have some new stuff—goodt—goodt. Aye stay late—don't see well com'n' home. Aye tenk Aye turn in my own gate and walk—walk—walk—but no home. Aye hear auto com'n'—get out of de road. Et pass me—stop." Nels lowered his voice to a whisper. "Aye bane nowhere near home—in front bad place. Men turn on lights—CARRY DEAD MAN IN HOUSE!"
"How did you know he was dead?" exclaimed Marsh.
"He all loose—so," and Nels endeavored to illustrate by allowing his body to droop limply.
"Then what?"