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He died as he had latterly lived wholly alone and friendless. He had no relatives or if he had they did not acknowledge him. The coroner's jury found certain memoranda upon his body and about the premises which revealed a fact not suspected by the villagers before-viz., that Laura was not the child of Mr. and Mrs. Hawkins. The gossips were soon at work.
A thought occurred to him, and he motioned Tansley back into the room he had just quitted, and led him to a quiet corner. "I say," said Brent, "between ourselves, I've just had a note from that Mrs. Saumarez we saw this morning in the Coroner's Court. She wants me to go round to her house at once." Tansley showed his interest. "Ah!" he exclaimed. "Then, she's something to tell."
The doorbell buzzed. "That's the detective," said Dr. Surtaine to Hal. "Stay here." He wormed himself painfully into an overcoat which concealed his scarified shoulder, and went out. In a few moments he and the officer reappeared. The latter glanced at the body. "Heart disease, you say?" he asked. "Yes: valvular lesion." "Better 'phone the coroner's office, eh?" "Not necessary.
The notoriety, the the your being arrested. You were arrested, weren't you?" "Oh, yes. But the coroner's jury cleared " "Such a thing never happened to any of my guests before. To have my house in the police records," wept Mrs. Brashear. "Really, Mr. Banneker, really! You can't know how it hurts one's pride."
Had we a Cato now, the verdict at a coroner's inquest would be, "suicide while in a state of unsound mind;" and the verdict would have been proved by his senseless resistance to a mob and a dictator! Talking of ambition, I come to the other exception to the youth of the day; I have named a demoiselle, I now name a damoiseau.
"I suppose the finding of the coroner's jury doesn't amount to much," he presently said but without looking in Langham's direction. The lawyer did not answer him. He crossed to his desk which filled the space between the two windows overlooking the Square. "You're damn social!" snarled Gilmore over his shoulder. "I told you I was busy," said Langham, and he began to finger the papers on his desk.
I thought it only fair and reasonable that you and I should meet before we are brought face to face at a coroner's inquest, and, it may be, in an Assize Court.... No, no, Mr. Grant. Pray do not put the worst construction on my words. Someone murdered my wife. If the police show intelligence and reasonable skill, someone will be tried for the crime. You and I will certainly be witnesses.
Sir John Lambert, K.C.S.I.E., the commissioner of police at that place, very courteously made investigations at my suggestion, first at the coroner's court, but the records for the year 1880 are not now in existence, and, secondly, among the oldest police officers, but also without result.
But suppose you understand that this coroner's jury is going to turn out to be a vigilance committee in disguise, who will hear testimony for an hour and then hang the murderer on the spot? That puts a different aspect upon the matter.
To be sure the shooting of an armed housebreaker was justifiable, but the thought of coroner's inquests and dallyings with the police filled him with horror. The newspapers would seize upon the case with avidity, and his friends would never cease twitting him about his valor in firing a bullet into the back of a fleeing burglar.
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