A policeman was among
them, and they appeared to be gazing at something upon the ground.
"It looks like the figure of a woman," said Nick, as he and Chick
entered the park. "Officer Fogarty is there, and--yes, by Jove! it is
the form of a woman."
The two detectives quickly reached the scene, and the park officer at
once recognized Nick, respectfully touching his helmet.
"What's amiss here, Fogarty?" inquired Nick.
Fogarty pointed to the motionless form upon the ground.
"Dead!" said he, tersely. "We've just found her."
"Keep those people further away, Fogarty," said Nick, with a toss of
his head toward half a score of men gathered near by. "I will see what I
make of the case."
The figure was that of a girl, rather than a woman, apparently about
eighteen years of age. She was lying partly upon her side upon the
greensward, and evidently had fallen from one of the park seats upon
which she had been resting, and upon which her straw shade hat was still
lying. She was neatly clad in a suit of dark blue, and her girlish face
indicated some culture and refinement.
Near her, upon the grass, lay a piece of brown wrapping paper, and a
yard of two of string, evidently removed from a small, square box, which
she had dropped and partly fallen upon when stricken with sudden death.
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