Merta Wilson's Body Wrapped in a Blanket

'We saw the three or four automobiles in the crowd when we were still some distance away,' said Tom. "'That's good. Wilson will have a little business at last.' He slowed down, but still without any intention of stopping until, as we came near, the hushed, intent faces of the people at the garage door made him automatically put on the brakes. I became aware now of a hollow, wailing sound which issued incessantly from the garage. 'Oh, my God,' uttered over and over in a gasping moan. Merta Wilson's body wrapped in a blanket and then in another blanket lay on a work-table by the wall. And Tom, with