Already we knew that there was one room in that region above stairs which no one had seen in forty years,and which would have to be forced.They waited until Miss Emily was decently in the ground before they opened it.
The violence of breaking down the door seemed to fill this room with pervading dust.A thin,acrid pall as of the tomb seemed to lie everywhere upon this room decked and furnished as for a bridal:upon the valance curtains of faded rose color,upon the rose-shaded lights,upon the dressing table,upon the delicate array of crystal and the man's toilet things backed with tarnished silver,silver so tarnished that the monogram was obscured.Among them lay a collar and tie,as if they had just been removed,which,lifted,left upon the surface a pale crescent in the dust.Upon a chair hung the suit,carefully folded;beneath it the two mute shoes and the discarded socks.