waistcoat were hanging over a chair. A winged collar and a black bow-tie were on the bed, where they had evidently been thrown when Benson had taken them off on returning home. A pair of low evening shoes were standing by the bench at the foot of the bed. In a glass of water on the night-table was a platinum plate of four false teeth; and a toupee of beautiful workmanship was lying on the chiffonier.
This last item aroused Vance's special interest. He walked up to it and regarded it closely.
"Most int'restin'," he commented. "Our departed friend seems to have worn false hair; did you know that, Markham?"
"I always suspected it," was the indifferent answer.
Heath, who had remained standing on the threshold, seemed a little impatient.
"There's only one other room on this floor," he said, leading the way down the hall. "It's also a bed-room—for guests, so the housekeeper explained."
Markham and I looked in through the door, but Vance remained lounging against the balustrade at the head of the stairs. He was manifestly uninterested in Alvin Benson's domestic arrangements; and when Markham and Heath and I went up to the third floor, he sauntered down into the main hallway. When at length we descended from our tour of inspection he was casually looking over the titles in Benson's bookcase.
We had just reached the foot of the stairs when the front door opened and two men with a stretcher entered. The ambulance from the Department of Welfare had arrived to take the corpse to the
