"That would seem so," and Dr. Stanton nodded his head. "I well know of my late patient's aversion to snakes. It amounted almost to a mania! It is not an uncommon one, many women feel the same, though seldom to so great an extent." "That deepens the mystery," said Coroner Scofield; "unless, indeed, the snake was put on after the crime. But that is even more mysterious. I shall now remove these valuable jewels, and give them to----" He looked inquiringly at Haviland and Pauline, and the latter immediately responded: "Give them to me, Mr. Scofield. I am now mistress here." Haviland said nothing, but he looked at Pauline as if in disapproval. "Is this of great worth?" inquired Scofield, as he carefully removed the scarf from the shoulders it surrounded. "Only moderately so," returned Pauline. "It is a Syrian scarf and was sent to her by her nephew who lives in Egypt. It is not new, he sent several to us about a year ago." She took the long, heavy, white and silver drapery, and laid it in a nearby wardrobe. Then the Coroner unfastened the large pearls from their place as eardrops, and taking up one lifeless hand removed its rings. All these he handed to Pauline without a word. "What is this?" he exclaimed suddenly; and opening the curled-up fingers of the other hand he drew forth a crumpled gray object. It was a glove, of soft suéde, and so tightly had it been held that it was deeply creased. "A man's glove!" said the Coroner, smoothing it out. "Will the wonders of this case never cease?" He scrutinized it, but remarking only that it was of medium size and superior quality, he laid it carefully aside for the time. From the same arm he removed the scarab bracelet, also handing that to Pauline. "The lady was fond of Oriental jewelry," he observed. "Yes," returned Haviland, before Pauline could speak. "Her nephew sent or brought home much of it. But, as we informed you, Miss Carrington was also wearing pearls and diamonds of enormous value, compared to which these trinkets are as nothing." "But scarabs, I am told, are of great price." "Some are," returned Haviland. "That bracelet, however, is not genuine, nor of great value." Then the Coroner, with delicate touch, removed the bits of broken tortoise-shell from the puffs of hair, and carefully laid them together on a small silver tray he appropriated from the dressing-table litter. "I think," said Inspector Brunt, in his grave, slow way, "that it will be wise to photograph the whole picture from several points of view before the autopsy is performed." Arrangements had been made for this, and Detective Hardy, a young man from Headquarters, stepped forward with his camera. As those who were asked to left the room, Pauline and Gray went out together, and met Anita just outside in the hall. "Oh, tell me, Gray! Who did it? What does it all mean?" she cried, and grasped him by the arm.