Funeral Arrangements Completed

The high-back chair. Is someone sitting in it? All you can see is his hand and wrist, resting on the arm of the chair, with a burning cigarette between the fingers. He must be asleep. Aren't you waiting on it?

Richard. The cigarette. It's burned down to the man's fingers. Whoever that is over there... ...is dead. Did you really say? I say. Oh. Heh. Er... are you the innkeeper? Sorry, I was so long, sir.

Was sure ended these days. I was outside, couldn't come any sooner. There's a dead man over there. What was that? A dead man sitting right over there in the chair. Well, he's gone. But Richard.

Did you say a dead man, sir? Yes. He was sitting there in that chair. He was there. My wife and I both saw him. Must have been the shadow from the fire, sir. I say, come here, will you?

Are you looking for lodging? What is it, dear? Come over here. All right? There was someone here. Certainly, there was. We both saw him. Look, they're on the floor, but they honor that chair. Oh, I'm burning the grid.

Yes. The one we saw burning in the dead man's hand. Yeah. I saw you in, Keeper. Come over here. I didn't see you follow us. Look, we saw the man from over at the desk.

All we could see was his arm in hand with a cigarette between his fingers. That's the cigarette down there. Still burning. And it was burning the man's fingers. I'm sure you both mistaken, sir. There's been no one here in the lobby.

It was nearly the shadows from the fire plate. Then how do you account for that burning cigarette there on the floor? One of the guests probably blocked it, said by accident before retiring. But I tell you there was someone sitting in this chair.