"At least that is an explanation," I agreed.
"It is the true explanation," said Hinman, confidently. "Can you
suggest any other, Miss Vaughan?"
"No," she said, slowly; "no," and walked once or twice up and down the
room. Then she seemed to put the subject away from her. "At any rate,
it is of no importance. I wish to speak to you about my father's
funeral, Dr. Hinman," she went on, in another tone. "It is to be
to-morrow?"
"Yes--at eleven o'clock. I have made such arrangements as I could
without consulting you. But there are some things you will have to
tell me."
"What are they?"
"Do you desire a minister?"
"No. He would not have wished it. If there is any priest, it will be
his own."
"You mean the yogi?"
"Yes."
"Are there any relatives to inform?"
"No."
"Where shall the body be buried?"
"It must not be buried. It must be given to the flames. That was his
wish."
"Very well. I will arrange for cremation. Will you wish to accompany it?"
"No, no!" she cried, with a gesture of repugnance.
"That is all, then, I believe," said Hinman slowly. "And now I must be
going. I beg you not to overtax yourself.
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