The tiny lamp illuminated every corner of the mortuary. “There are dead people in here!” Iris gasped out of fright. “What did you think they kept inside of a mortuary?”
“Well, I don’t know what I thought! You said we were retrieving a file! I certainly didn’t think they left dead bodies lying around!” Iris groused. “Is that all you are going to do, complain? If it is I can solve this case on my own. I don’t exactly need your help.” James grunted.
“Yes, indeed. Why am I here? Since you don’t need my help then I guess I’ll leave you to do this by yourself. After all we wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for me. I’m the one who suggested we come to the morgue in the first place!” Iris reveled. She turned around and walked to the door.
“You win, Iris. I do need you. You know these people much better than I do.” Iris detected a note of insincerity in his reply. “Thank you. It was almost believable.” Iris’ smile faded instantly. “Since you know everything then you can lead the way. As if you weren’t already.” Iris turned and glared at him. “What are you waiting for? Go on!” He nudged her. Adjoining what appeared to be the examining room, was a small office. Next to the shabby desk were a couple of file cabinets.
“If Clara’s autopsy file is around here it would be in one of those.” James suggested going further into the office. “Look, James there are locks on all of the file cabinets.” Iris observed. “Great! They left the back door open, but they couldn’t forget to lock the file cabinets.” James remarked. “What are we going to do?” Iris asked. “The only thing I can do. You wouldn’t happen to have a hair pin on you would ya?”
“It all depends. What are you going to do with it?” Iris pondered out loud. “I’m going to put my hair up. What do you think I am going to do with it?” He snarled. “Must you always be so sarcastic?” She insisted. “Yes.” James replied kneeling in front of the first cabinet. James quickly jimmied the lock open. He handed the bent wire back to Iris. She held it up in front of her eyes. “Sorry, it’s just a little bent.” He laughed. “Just a little bent! James, you ruined it.” She cried. “So then you’ll buy a new one.” James replied shuffling through the files. “It’s not in here!” He bellowed. “Her last name was Hubbard. I don’t think you’ll find it in A through F.” Iris pointed out with her nose in the air. James stopped and looked at the front of the drawer. “So it is. You might be on to something.” James pushed the drawer closed. “Here we are G through N.” He stood staring at Iris. “Why are you looking at me?”
“I’m going to need another hair pin.” He put it simply. Iris pulled another silver pin from her brown hair and unwillingly handed it over. “This time don’t ruin it, or you’re buying me a new one.” Iris demanded. “Whatever you say.” James replied pulling the drawer open. “Guess I’ll be buying you another one.” James laughed handing her another bent hair pin. Iris sighed loudly to signify her irritation. “This must be our lucky day.” James attested. “Did you find it?” Iris asked. “You could say that.” He opened the file and skimmed through it. “What does it say?” Iris inquired peaking over his shoulder. “I have no idea. These sketches make no sense to me.”
“Is there anything you do understand?” Iris asked. “She died from a head injury as far as I can tell, but these lines. I don’t quite know what they signify.” James was baffled by the complicated sketches. “Does it say when she died?” Iris wondered. “The documents show she died last Saturday night.” He answered. “That proves Charles Hubbard lied about Clara’s illness. If I went to Connie and told him about all of this then Charles Hubbard would be in deep trouble. Then we could finally solve this case!” The mere thought of it excited Iris.
James was alerted to some suspicious noises, but didn’t quite know where they were coming from. A questionable expression haunted his face. “What’s the matter James?”
“Sh.” He cautioned. Iris was struck silent. The slamming of a door echoed through the expansive mortuary. “Who do you think it is?” Iris asked biting her nails. “I don’t know, and I don’t want to find out.” James stuffed some papers into his coat pocket before grabbing a hold of Iris’ hand. “Shouldn’t we lock everything up before we go? We don’t want them to know anyone was here.” Iris said. “There’s no time for that now. We have to get out of here!” James pulled Iris into the examining room. They ran to the back door. Iris pulled on the knob. “James, I can’t get the door open!” She trembled with fear. “Here, let me!” James turned the knob. He pulled and pushed the door, but it wouldn’t budge. “It’s locked!”
“How are we going to get out of here!” Iris whimpered. “Don’t worry, I’ll get us out of here!” James promised. He scanned the room for a way out. “Stairs! We’ll go that way!” James rushed Iris to the bottom of the stairs. Voices could be heard at the top of the landing, and they were getting nearer.