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Updated: May 12, 2025
The morgue keeper's men lifted the fast stiffening body and were about to place it in the wicker carrier when Carroll, who was watching them rather idly, uttered an exclamation. "What's up?" asked Thong quickly. He had been strolling about the shop, and had come to a stop near Darcy's work table a sort of bench against the wall, and behind one of the showcases.
The stock, and there was a surprising deal of it, was new and attractively displayed. The contents of the showcases were varied and up-to-date. Neatly lettered placards calling attention to special bargains hung in places where they were most likely to be seen.
And there was more things than you could see: All kinds of flags and framed things, pictures and writing and showcases with pistols, and all sorts of trinkets, bullets, and knives; and a pair of spectacles which Linkern had wore, and a piece of a rail he had split, and books he'd read, and a piece of ribbon with his blood on it the night he died, and a theater program and lots of other things.
He was an expert jewelry designer and a setter of precious stones; and often, when some fastidious customer did not seem to care for what was shown from the glittering trays in the showcases, Mrs. Darcy or one of her clerks would say: "We will have Mr. Darcy design something different for you." "That's what I want," the customer would say "something different something you don't see everywhere."
"Well, now," observed Detective Thong, and, somehow or other, his voice sounded really cheerful, "let's see where we're at, Mr. Darcy. Have you looked over the stock all you want to?" They were in a room in the rear of the jewelry store the city and county detectives, the reporters and James Darcy with Policeman Mulligan on guard near the cut glass and silver gleaming in the showcases.
Before he held one of his famous "Cost Sales," he would personally work all night, taking down from the shelves and out of drawers and showcases everything in the store. Then he himself would dictate what each article should be sold for. Here was exercise for a mind that worked by intuition. The master decided instantly on how much this thing would bring.
It swirled about the gleaming showcases, reflected from the cut glass, danced away from the silver cups, broke into points of light from the times of forks, became broad splotches on the blades of knives, and, perchance, made its way through the cracks into the safe, where it bathed the diamonds, the rubies, the sapphires, the aqua marines, the pearls, the jades, and the bloodstones in a white mist.
The photographer had come down to take in his showcases for the night. He looked up from his task at the exclamation, and grinned inquiringly. "I've just been talking to a man," said the lawyer, "who's so much meaner than any other man I ever heard of that it takes my breath away.
And thinkin' no more of it than I would of of scalin' a flatfish. My savin' soul!" She breathed heavily once more and departed. That evening she came to her mistress with a new hint concerning the reason for the Bangs' absent-mindedness. "It's his conscience," she declared. "He's broodin', that's what he's doin'. Broodin' and broodin' over them poor remains in the showcases in the museums.
I’ll take all the things out of the window and I’ll clean all the shelves off and you boys can put your things there. I’ll clear out the showcases for Rosie’s candy. Won’t that be lovely?” She smiled happily. “It would be grand business for us,” Dicky said soberly, “but somehow it doesn’t seem quite fair to you.” “Oh, please don’t think of that,” Maida said. “I’d just love to do it.
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