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It was some time before Nita recovered sufficiently from the shock to say anything as to the horrible discovery that simply overwhelmed her. The official in charge of the mortuary regarded her with a sympathy that was none the less genuine because he was a family man himself.
"Don't dwell on it?" he said kindly, "and take your time, miss. We shall want you presently to give evidence at the inquest, but that will not be for a week or two yet, because there are so many of these unfortunate people already identified whose cases must be heard before the coroner first. If you and this gentleman here will give me your names and addresses, I will see to it that you are not unduly troubled."