Passing through the small hall, filled with rolls of paper and pots of paints, I entered a room immediately on my right. Here several men stood together, gazing down at some object on the floor; but at my approach they moved aside and disclosed--not a golden-haired woman, as I had feared, but the body of a large man stretched out in a corner. I was so astonished that I could not help giving vent to an exclamation of surprise. "Do you know the gentleman?" inquired a man, whom I afterwards discovered to be the foreman of the workmen, with quick suspicion. "No, indeed," I answered, as I knelt down beside the body. A policeman stepped forward. "Please, sir, don't disturb the corpse; the Coroner and the gen'l'man from headquarters must see him just as he is." I nodded assent. One glance was sufficient to show me that life had been extinct for some time. The eyes were half open, staring stupidly before them. The mouth had fallen apart, disclosing even, white teeth. As he lay there on his back, with arms spread out, and his hands unclenched, his whole attitude suggested nothing so much as a drunken stupor. He appeared to be twenty-five or thirty years old. No wound or mark of violence was visible. He wore a short, pointed beard, and was dressed in a white linen shirt, a pair of evening trousers, a black satin tie, silk socks, and patent-leather pumps. By his side lay a Tuxedo coat and a low waistcoat. All his clothes were of fine texture, but somewhat the worse for wear. On the other hand, the pearl studs in his shirt-bosom were very handsome, and on his gold sleeve-links a crest was engraved. As I said before, a glance had been enough to tell me that the man was dead; but I was astonished to discover, on examining him more closely, that he had been dead at least twenty-four hours; mortification had already set in. As I arose to my feet, I noticed a small, red-haired man, in the most comical deshabille, regarding me with breathless anxiety. "Well, Doc, what is it?" "Of course, I can give no definite opinion without making a further examination," I said, "but I am inclined to believe that our friend succumbed to alcoholism or apoplexy; he has been dead twenty-four hours, and probably somewhat longer." "There, now," exclaimed the foreman; "I knew he hadn't died last night; no, nor yistidy, neither." "But it can't be, I tell you!" almost shrieked the little Irishman. "Where could he have come from? Oh, Lord," he wailed, "to think that sich a thing should have happened in this building! We only take the most iligant people; yes, sir, and now they'll lave shure, see if they don't. It'll give the house a bad name; and me as worked so hard to keep it genteel."