"Of course," cried McClure, grinning. "You didn't know where to go, whom to turn to. It was all quite incredible to you."
"Yes."
"I had a feeling you'd be there at the morgue tonight," said McClure, happily.
"Oh?" Lantry stiffened.
"Yes. Can't explain it. But you, how shall I put it? Ancient Americans? You had funny ideas on death. And you were among the dead so long, I felt you'd be drawn back by the accident, by the morgue and all. It's not very logical. Silly, in fact. It's just a feeling. I hate feelings but there it was. I came on a, I guess you'd call it a hunch, wouldn't you?"
"You might call it that."
"And there you were!"
"There I was," said Lantry.
"Are you hungry?"
"I've eaten."