Why on earth didn't those fools wake me?" Mary held his driving-coat, fetched hat and gloves, while he flung the necessaries into his bag. "Have you much to do this morning? Oh, that post-mortem's at twelve, isn't it?" "Yes; and a consultation with Munce at eleven I'll just manage it and no more," muttered Mahony with an eye on his watch. "I can't let the mare take it easy this morning.