Chapter 13

At first glance the store looked just as it had when Fin brought the supper in on the night before. But one little indication after another began to appear. Mr. Mappin made Fin sit down in the customers’ chair against the wall so as not to disturb anything. His eye was as bright and quick-darting as a terrier’s. He was getting such an obvious satisfaction out of the exercise of his faculties that he felt impelled to apologise to Fin. “I do not forget that it is your friend who lies dead in the next room,” he said s…