The wild-game peddler, a woman who had been washing down the steps in a neighboring house, and a man in a broad-brimmed hat stood at Zerkow's doorway, looking in from time to time, and talking together.
They seemed puzzled.
"Anything wrong in here ?" asked the wild-game peddler as Heise and Trina came up.

Two more men stopped on the corner of the alley and Polk Street and looked at the group.

A woman with a towel round her head raised a window opposite Zerkow's house and called to the woman who had been washing the steps, "What is it, Mrs.Flint ?" Heise was already inside the house.

He turned to Trina, panting from his run.
"Where did you say--where was it--where ?" "In there," said Trina, "farther in--the next room." They burst into the kitchen.
"LORD!" ejaculated Heise, stopping a yard or so from the body, and bending down to peer into the gray face with its brown lips.
"By God! he's killed her." "Who ?" "Zerkow, by God! he's killed her.

Cut her throat.