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"'He wasn't, Colonel Ashley. Mr. Carwell died very suddenly on the Maraposa Golf Club links, after making a stroke that gave him the championship." "Heart disease or apoplexy?" "Neither one. It was poison." "You amaze me, Mr. er Mr. "Bartlett. Yes, Mr. Carwell died of poison, as the autopsy showed." "'Was he did he " "That is what we want to find out," interrupted the messenger eagerly.
Regulations provided that two officers must inventory his personal effects and those belonging to the Space Service. "Does Chief Pasteur know what killed him yet, Captain?" Mike asked. Quill shook his head. "No. He wants my permission to perform an autopsy." "Are you going to let him?" "I think not. We'll put the body in the freezer and have the autopsy performed on Earth."
The two men held earnest consultation. The newcomer was quite as much mystified as his colleague, and they marveled together. "Autopsy, of course," said Marsden, finally; "the widow must be brought to consent. Why does she object so strongly?" "I don't know of any reason except the usual dislike the members of the family feel toward it. I've no doubt she will agree, when you advise it."
He sat far into the small hours, ploughing through "The Sceptic Soul." It was tough work; but Mr. Allan was Scotch and dogged, and prided himself upon his critical faculty. This autopsy of a fine lady's poem was a congenial labour.
They were the physicians present when the autopsy was performed. The next witness, Harry W. Shaw, a wood and coal dealer of Everett, admitted having joined the citizen deputies because of a call issued by the sheriff thru the Commercial Club.
An autopsy of one of her family who fell into our hands reveals the secret springs of her action. Wishing to spare her as a member of the defenceless sex, it pains us to say, that, ingenious as her counterfeit walking is, she is an impostor.
In the morning he sent his servant from the tent for a moment, and when the man returned the major was dead. An autopsy was made by the writer of these pages, in the presence of about twenty of his professional brethren. A sharp splinter of bone from one of the ribs was found with its acute point piercing vital organs.
Tarlac had seen Traiti corpses, and read medical and autopsy reports, so he was familiar with the sleek, almost hairless bodies. But there was a tremendous difference between that rather abstract understanding and the immediacy of a living, vital warrior towering over him.
He did not finish, but a shudder seemed to shake his frame. "It would be a rather grewsome object to have around after it had killed the old lady," murmured the reporter. "But are you sure it did, Doc?" "Pretty sure, yes. I never make a statement, though, until after the autopsy. No telling what that may develop. I'll get at it right away.
"I suppose it will take an autopsy to decide." "Rather tough on Miss Carwell," was another comment. "That's true!" several agreed. The body of Horace Carwell was placed in one of the small card rooms, and the door locked. Then followed some quick telephoning on the part of Dr. Baird, who had recently joined the golf club, and who had arrived at the clubhouse shortly before Mr.
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