I passed along, and the parlor door was open; but I see there warn't nobody in there but the remainders of Peter; so I shoved on by; but the front door was locked, and the key wasn't there.

Just then I heard somebody coming down the stairs, back behind me.

I run in the parlor and took a swift look around, and the only place I see to hide the bag was in the coffin.

The lid was shoved along about a foot, showing the dead man's face down in there, with a wet cloth over it, and his shroud on.

I tucked the money-bag in under the lid, just down beyond where his hands was crossed, which made me creep, they was so cold, and then I run back across the room and in behind the door.
The person coming was Mary Jane.