Chapter 4

As soon as the door was closed and locked on the inside, Thorndyke glanced curiously round the bare, whitewashed building. A stream of sunlight poured in through the skylight, and fell upon the silent form that lay so still under its covering-sheet, and one stray beam glanced into a corner by the door, where, on a row of pegs and a deal table, the dead woman’s clothing was displayed. “There is something unspeakably sad in these poor relics, Jervis,” said Thorndyke, as we stood before them. “To me they are more trag…