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 "but no sane person would do it. They'd have to swarm up the face of
the building in full view of anyone that might be passing at the time."
"Exactly," said Stillman, stiffening under what he was half inclined to
consider a rebuff. "Well, that eliminates _that_ possibility. Now to the
next one. Who occupied the building besides the murdered man?" "A man
named Berg keeps a delicatessen store on the first floor. His place in
no way communicates with the rest of the building. The third and fourth
floors are used for storage purposes by a furrier. Except in the spring
and fall, so Mrs. Dwyer tells me, he seldom visits the building." "Is
there any way of getting in from the top of the house--the roof?" asked
the coroner. A look of something like respect came into Osborne's face.
Clearly the question was one which he considered worth while. "There is
a scuttle," he replied. "The bolt is rusted and broken; it has probably
not been fastened for months, perhaps years." "Now we are beginning to
come at something," cried Stillman, well pleased. "In all probability
the assassin entered by way of the scuttle." He turned as though for the
approval of the stolid-faced man. "Eh, Curran? What do you think of
that?" "It looks very like it, Mr. Stillman." "At all events," spoke the
coroner, "we will now examine the rooms." He advanced and tried the door
of the show room. "Ah, locked!" said he. He turned and entered the store
room, the others following. The gas was still burning; the coroner stuck
a pair of big-lensed eyeglasses upon his rather high nose and gazed
about him intently. "There seems to be nothing of an informing nature
here," said he, after a time. "Where is the body?" Osborne led the way
into the front room. After a glance at the ghastly, huddled figure upon
the carpet near the desk, the coroner took a careful survey of the
apartment. "Did Mr. Hume employ any person to assist him?" he asked.
"The scrub-woman told me that there was a young man here always when she
came during the business day for her wages. A sort of clerk, she
thought." "He will be able to tell us if anything has been disturbed, no
doubt," remarked Stillman. Then he examined the body minutely. In the
pockets were found a wallet containing a large sum of money, a massive,
old-fashioned gold wat