"Yes, on the cars, as I told you."
"All right; go on."
"Well, while we were ransacking closets and drawers, and looking under the carpets and between the bedding, the old woman came to, and yelled murder.
"Chamberlain ran into the room where she lay, and, seizing her by the throat, dashed her head against the woodwork of the lounge until she again became unconscious. I then wrapped a sheet around her neck, while Chamberlain put a fresh gag in her mouth.
"We then went on with our search, but not finding any more money about the rooms, Hen returned to the lounge and began searching the woman's clothes.
"As he took the sheet from her face he turned coolly around to me and said:
"'Jim, she's dead.'
"'So she is,' I answered, looking at her face."
"Well, did you find anything of value on the old woman?" asked Barney. "I believe she used to carry a pretty fat roll of bills in her bosom."
"No; we found nothing in her bosom or in her pockets."