"This will be your room," Miss Dollom said, gracefully throwing open the enormous door. "It belonged to my Uncle Edward, before the incident."
Something in the way she said 'used to be' and 'the incident' compelled Helena to say
"What happened to him?"
"He left this earth, poor darling. But he always had it coming. Such a man for the drink! We all agreed afterwards that it was indeed a most fitting end for him."
"I supposed it's the end of most people though, isn't it?" Helena replied philosophically.
"Oh no, Miss Chadwinn, you misunderstand entirely." Miss Dollom said earnestly, her eyes very wide and round. "He did not merely die. He fell off of the edge of the world!"