Work was done for the day, and Jonah was glad to have the chance to sit back and have a shot of bourbon and enjoy the afternoon. While it had been busy today, it had been mostly minor things, but that didn't make it any less tiring.

But alas, respite was not to be had, and he shuffled to the door, putting on a smile as he opened it, but then any hopes of this being a social call were dashed when he saw who was there.

"Marshal. I hope this is a social call? Can I offer some coffee?"

'Hello Doc, well," He began, "I'm afraid it's business. It seems Mister Lorenzo Crabbe over at the old funeral parlor has had a heart attack, and managed to shoot himself in the bargain." Speed explained, sans the details. Though it was getting difficult to explain what had happened.

"I suppose we need an actual cause of death since there is the gunshot wound." He added. "I'd appreciate it if you'd see to it for me." Then he decided to let Jonah know who would be there. "So, you'll find Deputy Wentworth with the body, Miss Bridget Monahan is also there, likely upstairs. I guess Crabbe was care taking the young lady, and Connolly, Brendan Connolly who was a witness to the shooting heart attack may still be there." It was not a good situation at all.

Meanwhile back at the scene of the unfortunate death, the front door opened and in walked Caroline Mundee, sans makeup and in probably one of her more drab dresses too. Her hair was down too, no customer at the Star Dust would have seen her look this......well, normal.

"Hello! Anyone here?" she called out.

She had just heard the terrible rumor - it seemed Mr. Lorenzo Crabbe had died?  There was little agreement on how. Murder? Suicide? Accident? Who knew?

Caroline had an inkling how he might have passed though given what she knew about her old dear friend. Had he really gone and done it? And now Bridget was alone and it was certain that the poor girl could not live alone. Something would need to be done.

"Yes, yes, I know Mr. Crabbe," Jonah acknowledged with a nod, "I know the man, but I didn't realize he was sickly." Of course, it wasn't unheard of for a man to drop dead with no prior indication that he was ill. Not that it mattered if the man had shot himself.

"Let me get my bag." It took just a moment for Jonah to grab the small leather bag, not that he thought it was necessary, but it looked good!

"All right, show the way."

"Hello! Anyone here?" she called out.

Charlie turned around, the surprise evident on his face.  He was expecting it to be the Marshall with Doctor Danforth.  What on earth was a woman doing here?

Not knowing what to make of it, Charlie picked up one of the lamps that had been lit and went to the front door.  Upon seeing who the woman was, he was even more surprised.

"Miss Mundee?  Is there anything I can help you with?"

As Caroline debated going deeper into the place to look for her friend, or she worried, look for his body if the rumors were true, who should show up but that young deputy.

"Miss Mundee?  Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Yeah, hon, you can. I'm lookin' for my good friend, Lorenzo Crabbe. I heard something real bad might have happened to him," she answered.

"Oh...and checkin' up on Bridget too," she added.

"This way Doc." Not that Danforth didn't know the way to the old funeral parlor, he was more than positive that he did. It dawned on him then that he had not seen old Mister Jolly, the undertaker, for sometime, and wasn't there a rumor that he might have gone up to Columbia Falls for one reason or another? He couldn't quite remember.

"Just thought, I'd not seen nor heard of Mister Jolly for some time now. Believe that last I saw of him was his measuring Caleb Barnes for a box." Including the Doctor into the conversation about the undertaker. Not that it mattered one way or another, it would pass the time getting to the old funeral parlor where the body waited. It just seemed odd that old man Jolly had not been seen for sometime, at least by him, not that he saw everyone in town, it just seemed odd.

"I have not seen the man, either, now that you mention it," Jonah commented, "there is just a man sent around to collect any carcasses that may need attending."

His was to try to stave off the undertaker, and when that failed, it passed out of his hands, something he did not regret one bit. Handling bodies was a special skill, and even more specialized was dealing with the grieving, something he gladly would pass on.

"So, now, I'd like to be alone as I examine the mortal remains," he explained as they approached the house, "with the exception of you, of course, that way there is no interference from the family, and besides, it's not a pleasant thing to witness."

Of all the things Henry S. Guyer was bound to do in the job of Town Marshal. presiding over a postmortem examination. In spite of that, he smiled at the Doc's request.

"Not to worry. I'll send Charlie along, I believe Bridget will be upstairs likely in bed, now before we arrive, Brendan Connolly is likely to still be there as well, but he'll be with Bridget. Make of that what you will."

"There's no family, other than Crabbe was some sort of Bridget's caretaker. Then there was Charlie Fa who was living there, supposedly left for New York, of all places."At that point they rounded the corner and Speed, as well as Doc Danforth, could see the door was standing open. "I'll go ahead on in first and see what's what."

He went through the door, "Charlie?"