First, then, for another look at the fair young victim herself!
What a line of misery on the brow! What dark hollows disfiguring
cheeks otherwise as delicate as the petals of a rose! An interesting,
if not absolutely beautiful face, it told me something I could hardly
put into words; so that it was like leaving a fascinating but
unsolved mystery when I finally turned from it to study the hands,
each of which presented a separate problem. That offered by the
right wrist you already know - the long white ribbon connecting it
with the discharged pistol. But the secret concealed by the left,
while less startling, was perhaps fully as significant. All the
rings were gone, even the wedding ring which had been placed there
such a short time before. Had she been robbed? There were no signs
of violence visible nor even such disturbances as usually follow
despoliation by a criminal's hand. The boa of delicate black net
which encircled her neck rose fresh and intact to her chin; nor did
the heavy folds of her rich broadcloth gown betray that any
disturbance had taken place in her figure after its fall. If a jewel
had flashed at her throat, or earrings adorned her ears, they had
been removed by a careful, if not a loving, hand. But I was rather
inclined to think that she had entered upon the scene of her death
without ornaments, - such severe simplicity marked her whole attire.
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