"Simple case of strangulation from behind," he said, his words running together. "Digital bruises about the front of the throat; thumb bruises in the sub-occipital region. Attack must have been unexpected. A quick, competent job though deceased evidently battled a little."
"How do you suppose her dress became torn, doctor?" asked Vance.
"Oh, that? Can't tell. She may have done it herself—instinctive motions of clutching for air."
"Not likely though, what?"
"Why not? The dress was torn and the bouquet was ripped off, and the fellow who was choking her had both hands on her throat. Who else could've done it?"
Vance shrugged his shoulders, and began lighting a cigarette.
Heath, annoyed by his apparently inconsequential interruption, put the next question.
"Don't those marks on the fingers mean that her rings were stripped off?"
"Possibly. They're fresh abrasions. Also, there's a couple of lacerations on the left wrist and slight contusions on the thenar eminence, indicating that a bracelet may have been forcibly pulled over her hand."
"That fits O. K.," pronounced Heath, with satisfaction. "And it looks like they snatched a pendant of some kind off her neck."
"Probably," indifferently agreed Doctor Doremus. "The piece of chain had cut into her flesh a little behind the right shoulder."
"And the time?"
