A soft-spoken stranger turned up in Winchester, Va. (pop. 13,600) one day last week, and paid a solemn call on Oscar Harry, superintendent of the Mt. Hebron Cemetery. His name, said the stranger, was J. G. Floyd; he was a South Carolina undertaker, and he had come to remove a body from Mr. Harry's keeping.
Asked Superintendent Harry: "Just who is it you want to remove, Mr. Floyd?"
"Man name of Morgan," Floyd said gently.
"Morgan?" said Harry thoughtfully. "Rather a common name. What Morgan would that be, Mr. Floyd?"
Undertaker Floyd produced a sheaf...