'I want to see! I want to see!'
I went and saw.
I saw something lying in a coffin; something so like my James that it wasn't strange they should think that it was he. But I was his wife; and I saw with different eyes; so that I knew better in an instant.
'That's not my James! That's not my James! Why--I don't believe--that--it's a man at all.'
Dr. Clinton, putting out his hand, touched the face which lay there staring up at us.
'She's right. It's some sort of a dummy.'
There was a curious cry, like none I'd heard before, and the sound of a heavy body falling. It was Mr. Howarth tumbling to the ground. Miss Desmond, hastening in, knelt on the floor at his side.