Carleton Is Frank
Nearly a week had passed.
The funeral of Madeleine Van Norman had been such as befitted the last of the name, and she had been reverently laid away to rest in the old family vault.
But the mystery of her death was not yet cleared up. The coroner’s inquest had been finished, but most of the evidence, though vaguely indicative, had been far from conclusive.
No further witnesses had been found, and no further important fact had been discovered.