Suspended from the bar-room wall and right over the dead woman's head, was a picture of Napoleon Bonaparte surveying a battlefield with his generals. A picture of Richard Wagner looked down on the corpse from another part of the interior.
"When I first came in here this morning with the milkman," said Morgan, "there were bottles and half-filled glasses on the bar."
"What was in the glasses?" asked Stricket.
"In one there was nothing but soda-water. The other contained claret."
"How long was it after you got here before the police arrived?" asked Old Spicer.
"I had had hardly time enough to take a good look at the murdered woman when Policeman Cannon, who resides in the brick block next south of this, came in. He had only just returned from his night patrol and lain down. His wife heard the outcry in the street and aroused him."
"I suppose he assumed authority at once?"
"Why, he found the place pretty well filled by an excited throng, and men, women and boys making excursions through the several apartments; but before he could clear out the people, Detective Reilly arrived."
"Ah! somebody telephoned to headquarters, I suppose?"
"I suppose so, for very soon the coroner came rushing in, then Detective Brewer made his appearance in hot haste; and finally Chief Bollmann, Policeman Hyde and other officers."