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Krook
replies
,
"
You
might
as
well
ask
me
to
describe
the
ladies
whose
heads
of
hair
I
have
got
in
sacks
downstairs
.
Than
that
he
was
my
lodger
for
a
year
and
a
half
and
lived
—
or
didn
’
t
live
—
by
law
-
writing
,
I
know
no
more
of
him
.
"
During
this
dialogue
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
has
stood
aloof
by
the
old
portmanteau
,
with
his
hands
behind
him
,
equally
removed
,
to
all
appearance
,
from
all
three
kinds
of
interest
exhibited
near
the
bed
—
from
the
young
surgeon
’
s
professional
interest
in
death
,
noticeable
as
being
quite
apart
from
his
remarks
on
the
deceased
as
an
individual
;
from
the
old
man
’
s
unction
;
and
the
little
crazy
woman
’
s
awe
.
His
imperturbable
face
has
been
as
inexpressive
as
his
rusty
clothes
.
One
could
not
even
say
he
has
been
thinking
all
this
while
.
He
has
shown
neither
patience
nor
impatience
,
nor
attention
nor
abstraction
.
He
has
shown
nothing
but
his
shell
.
As
easily
might
the
tone
of
a
delicate
musical
instrument
be
inferred
from
its
case
,
as
the
tone
of
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
from
his
case
.
He
now
interposes
,
addressing
the
young
surgeon
in
his
unmoved
,
professional
way
.
"
I
looked
in
here
,
"
he
observes
,
"
just
before
you
,
with
the
intention
of
giving
this
deceased
man
,
whom
I
never
saw
alive
,
some
employment
at
his
trade
of
copying
.
I
had
heard
of
him
from
my
stationer
—
Snagsby
of
Cook
’
s
Court
.
Since
no
one
here
knows
anything
about
him
,
it
might
be
as
well
to
send
for
Snagsby
.
Ah
!
"
to
the
little
crazy
woman
,
who
has
often
seen
him
in
court
,
and
whom
he
has
often
seen
,
and
who
proposes
,
in
frightened
dumb
-
show
,
to
go
for
the
law
-
stationer
.
"
Suppose
you
do
!
"
While
she
is
gone
,
the
surgeon
abandons
his
hopeless
investigation
and
covers
its
subject
with
the
patchwork
counterpane
.
Mr
.
Krook
and
he
interchange
a
word
or
two
.
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
says
nothing
,
but
stands
,
ever
,
near
the
old
portmanteau
.
Mr
.
Snagsby
arrives
hastily
in
his
grey
coat
and
his
black
sleeves
.
"
Dear
me
,
dear
me
,
"
he
says
;
"
and
it
has
come
to
this
,
has
it
!
Bless
my
soul
!
"
"
Can
you
give
the
person
of
the
house
any
information
about
this
unfortunate
creature
,
Snagsby
?
"
inquires
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
.
"
He
was
in
arrears
with
his
rent
,
it
seems
.
And
he
must
be
buried
,
you
know
.
"
"
Well
,
sir
,
"
says
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
coughing
his
apologetic
cough
behind
his
hand
,
"
I
really
don
’
t
know
what
advice
I
could
offer
,
except
sending
for
the
beadle
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
speak
of
advice
,
"
returns
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
.
"
I
could
advise
—
"
"
No
one
better
,
sir
,
I
am
sure
,
"
says
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
with
his
deferential
cough
.
"
I
speak
of
affording
some
clue
to
his
connexions
,
or
to
where
he
came
from
,
or
to
anything
concerning
him
.
"
"
I
assure
you
,
sir
,
"
says
Mr
.
Snagsby
after
prefacing
his
reply
with
his
cough
of
general
propitiation
,
"
that
I
no
more
know
where
he
came
from
than
I
know
—
"
"
Where
he
has
gone
to
,
perhaps
,
"
suggests
the
surgeon
to
help
him
out
.
A
pause
.
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
looking
at
the
law
-
stationer
.
Mr
.
Krook
,
with
his
mouth
open
,
looking
for
somebody
to
speak
next
.
"
As
to
his
connexions
,
sir
,
"
says
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
"
if
a
person
was
to
say
to
me
,
’
Snagsby
,
here
’
s
twenty
thousand
pound
down
,
ready
for
you
in
the
Bank
of
England
if
you
’
ll
only
name
one
of
’
em
,
’
I
couldn
’
t
do
it
,
sir
!
About
a
year
and
a
half
ago
—
to
the
best
of
my
belief
,
at
the
time
when
he
first
came
to
lodge
at
the
present
rag
and
bottle
shop
—
"
"
That
was
the
time
!
"
says
Krook
with
a
nod
.
"
About
a
year
and
a
half
ago
,
"
says
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
strengthened
,
"
he
came
into
our
place
one
morning
after
breakfast
,
and
finding
my
little
woman
(
which
I
name
Mrs
.
Snagsby
when
I
use
that
appellation
)
in
our
shop
,
produced
a
specimen
of
his
handwriting
and
gave
her
to
understand
that
he
was
in
want
of
copying
work
to
do
and
was
,
not
to
put
too
fine
a
point
upon
it
,
"
a
favourite
apology
for
plain
speaking
with
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
which
he
always
offers
with
a
sort
of
argumentative
frankness
,
"
hard
up
!
My
little
woman
is
not
in
general
partial
to
strangers
,
particular
—
not
to
put
too
fine
a
point
upon
it
—
when
they
want
anything
.
But
she
was
rather
took
by
something
about
this
person
,
whether
by
his
being
unshaved
,
or
by
his
hair
being
in
want
of
attention
,
or
by
what
other
ladies
’
reasons
,
I
leave
you
to
judge
;
and
she
accepted
of
the
specimen
,
and
likewise
of
the
address
.
My
little
woman
hasn
’
t
a
good
ear
for
names
,
"
proceeds
Mr
.
Snagsby
after
consulting
his
cough
of
consideration
behind
his
hand
,
"
and
she
considered
Nemo
equally
the
same
as
Nimrod
.
In
consequence
of
which
,
she
got
into
a
habit
of
saying
to
me
at
meals
,
’
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
you
haven
’
t
found
Nimrod
any
work
yet
!
’
or
’
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
why
didn
’
t
you
give
that
eight
and
thirty
Chancery
folio
in
Jarndyce
to
Nimrod
?
’
or
such
like
.
And
that
is
the
way
he
gradually
fell
into
job
-
work
at
our
place
;
and
that
is
the
most
I
know
of
him
except
that
he
was
a
quick
hand
,
and
a
hand
not
sparing
of
night
-
work
,
and
that
if
you
gave
him
out
,
say
,
five
and
forty
folio
on
the
Wednesday
night
,
you
would
have
it
brought
in
on
the
Thursday
morning
.
All
of
which
—
"
Mr
.
Snagsby
concludes
by
politely
motioning
with
his
hat
towards
the
bed
,
as
much
as
to
add
,
"
I
have
no
doubt
my
honourable
friend
would
confirm
if
he
were
in
a
condition
to
do
it
.
"
"
Hadn
’
t
you
better
see
,
"
says
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
to
Krook
,
"
whether
he
had
any
papers
that
may
enlighten
you
?
There
will
be
an
inquest
,
and
you
will
be
asked
the
question
.
You
can
read
?
"
"
No
,
I
can
’
t
,
"
returns
the
old
man
with
a
sudden
grin
.
"
Snagsby
,
"
says
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
"
look
over
the
room
for
him
.
He
will
get
into
some
trouble
or
difficulty
otherwise
.
Being
here
,
I
’
ll
wait
if
you
make
haste
,
and
then
I
can
testify
on
his
behalf
,
if
it
should
ever
be
necessary
,
that
all
was
fair
and
right
.
If
you
will
hold
the
candle
for
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
my
friend
,
he
’
ll
soon
see
whether
there
is
anything
to
help
you
.
"
"
In
the
first
place
,
here
’
s
an
old
portmanteau
,
sir
,
"
says
Snagsby
.
Ah
,
to
be
sure
,
so
there
is
!
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
does
not
appear
to
have
seen
it
before
,
though
he
is
standing
so
close
to
it
,
and
though
there
is
very
little
else
,
heaven
knows
.
The
marine
-
store
merchant
holds
the
light
,
and
the
law
-
stationer
conducts
the
search
.
The
surgeon
leans
against
the
corner
of
the
chimney
-
piece
;
Miss
Flite
peeps
and
trembles
just
within
the
door
.
The
apt
old
scholar
of
the
old
school
,
with
his
dull
black
breeches
tied
with
ribbons
at
the
knees
,
his
large
black
waistcoat
,
his
long
-
sleeved
black
coat
,
and
his
wisp
of
limp
white
neckerchief
tied
in
the
bow
the
peerage
knows
so
well
,
stands
in
exactly
the
same
place
and
attitude
.
There
are
some
worthless
articles
of
clothing
in
the
old
portmanteau
;
there
is
a
bundle
of
pawnbrokers
’
duplicates
,
those
turnpike
tickets
on
the
road
of
poverty
;
there
is
a
crumpled
paper
,
smelling
of
opium
,
on
which
are
scrawled
rough
memoranda
—
as
,
took
,
such
a
day
,
so
many
grains
;
took
,
such
another
day
,
so
many
more
—
begun
some
time
ago
,
as
if
with
the
intention
of
being
regularly
continued
,
but
soon
left
off
.
There
are
a
few
dirty
scraps
of
newspapers
,
all
referring
to
coroners
’
inquests
;
there
is
nothing
else
.
They
search
the
cupboard
and
the
drawer
of
the
ink
-
splashed
table
.
There
is
not
a
morsel
of
an
old
letter
or
of
any
other
writing
in
either
.
The
young
surgeon
examines
the
dress
on
the
law
-
writer
.
A
knife
and
some
odd
halfpence
are
all
he
finds
.
Mr
.
Snagsby
’
s
suggestion
is
the
practical
suggestion
after
all
,
and
the
beadle
must
be
called
in
.
So
the
little
crazy
lodger
goes
for
the
beadle
,
and
the
rest
come
out
of
the
room
.
"
Don
’
t
leave
the
cat
there
!
"
says
the
surgeon
;
"
that
won
’
t
do
!
"
Mr
.
Krook
therefore
drives
her
out
before
him
,
and
she
goes
furtively
downstairs
,
winding
her
lithe
tail
and
licking
her
lips
.
"
Good
night
!
"
says
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
and
goes
home
to
Allegory
and
meditation
.
By
this
time
the
news
has
got
into
the
court
.
Groups
of
its
inhabitants
assemble
to
discuss
the
thing
,
and
the
outposts
of
the
army
of
observation
(
principally
boys
)
are
pushed
forward
to
Mr
.
Krook
’
s
window
,
which
they
closely
invest
.
A
policeman
has
already
walked
up
to
the
room
,
and
walked
down
again
to
the
door
,
where
he
stands
like
a
tower
,
only
condescending
to
see
the
boys
at
his
base
occasionally
;
but
whenever
he
does
see
them
,
they
quail
and
fall
back
.
Mrs
.
Perkins
,
who
has
not
been
for
some
weeks
on
speaking
terms
with
Mrs
.
Piper
in
consequence
for
an
unpleasantness
originating
in
young
Perkins
’
having
"
fetched
"
young
Piper
"
a
crack
,
"
renews
her
friendly
intercourse
on
this
auspicious
occasion
.
The
potboy
at
the
corner
,
who
is
a
privileged
amateur
,
as
possessing
official
knowledge
of
life
and
having
to
deal
with
drunken
men
occasionally
,
exchanges
confidential
communications
with
the
policeman
and
has
the
appearance
of
an
impregnable
youth
,
unassailable
by
truncheons
and
unconfinable
in
station
-
houses
.
People
talk
across
the
court
out
of
window
,
and
bare
-
headed
scouts
come
hurrying
in
from
Chancery
Lane
to
know
what
’
s
the
matter
.
The
general
feeling
seems
to
be
that
it
’
s
a
blessing
Mr
.
Krook
warn
’
t
made
away
with
first
,
mingled
with
a
little
natural
disappointment
that
he
was
not
.
In
the
midst
of
this
sensation
,
the
beadle
arrives
.
The
beadle
,
though
generally
understood
in
the
neighbourhood
to
be
a
ridiculous
institution
,
is
not
without
a
certain
popularity
for
the
moment
,
if
it
were
only
as
a
man
who
is
going
to
see
the
body
.
The
policeman
considers
him
an
imbecile
civilian
,
a
remnant
of
the
barbarous
watchmen
times
,
but
gives
him
admission
as
something
that
must
be
borne
with
until
government
shall
abolish
him
.
The
sensation
is
heightened
as
the
tidings
spread
from
mouth
to
mouth
that
the
beadle
is
on
the
ground
and
has
gone
in
.
By
and
by
the
beadle
comes
out
,
once
more
intensifying
the
sensation
,
which
has
rather
languished
in
the
interval
.
He
is
understood
to
be
in
want
of
witnesses
for
the
inquest
to
-
morrow
who
can
tell
the
coroner
and
jury
anything
whatever
respecting
the
deceased
.
Is
immediately
referred
to
innumerable
people
who
can
tell
nothing
whatever
.
Is
made
more
imbecile
by
being
constantly
informed
that
Mrs
.
Green
’
s
son
"
was
a
law
-
writer
his
-
self
and
knowed
him
better
than
anybody
,
"
which
son
of
Mrs
.
Green
’
s
appears
,
on
inquiry
,
to
be
at
the
present
time
aboard
a
vessel
bound
for
China
,
three
months
out
,
but
considered
accessible
by
telegraph
on
application
to
the
Lords
of
the
Admiralty
.
Beadle
goes
into
various
shops
and
parlours
,
examining
the
inhabitants
,
always
shutting
the
door
first
,
and
by
exclusion
,
delay
,
and
general
idiotcy
exasperating
the
public
.
Policeman
seen
to
smile
to
potboy
.
Public
loses
interest
and
undergoes
reaction
.
Taunts
the
beadle
in
shrill
youthful
voices
with
having
boiled
a
boy
,
choruses
fragments
of
a
popular
song
to
that
effect
and
importing
that
the
boy
was
made
into
soup
for
the
workhouse
.
Policeman
at
last
finds
it
necessary
to
support
the
law
and
seize
a
vocalist
,
who
is
released
upon
the
flight
of
the
rest
on
condition
of
his
getting
out
of
this
then
,
come
,
and
cutting
it
—
a
condition
he
immediately
observes
.
So
the
sensation
dies
off
for
the
time
;
and
the
unmoved
policeman
(
to
whom
a
little
opium
,
more
or
less
,
is
nothing
)
,
with
his
shining
hat
,
stiff
stock
,
inflexible
great
-
coat
,
stout
belt
and
bracelet
,
and
all
things
fitting
,
pursues
his
lounging
way
with
a
heavy
tread
,
beating
the
palms
of
his
white
gloves
one
against
the
other
and
stopping
now
and
then
at
a
street
-
corner
to
look
casually
about
for
anything
between
a
lost
child
and
a
murder
.
Under
cover
of
the
night
,
the
feeble
-
minded
beadle
comes
flitting
about
Chancery
Lane
with
his
summonses
,
in
which
every
juror
’
s
name
is
wrongly
spelt
,
and
nothing
rightly
spelt
but
the
beadle
’
s
own
name
,
which
nobody
can
read
or
wants
to
know
.
The
summonses
served
and
his
witnesses
forewarned
,
the
beadle
goes
to
Mr
.
Krook
’
s
to
keep
a
small
appointment
he
has
made
with
certain
paupers
,
who
,
presently
arriving
,
are
conducted
upstairs
,
where
they
leave
the
great
eyes
in
the
shutter
something
new
to
stare
at
,
in
that
last
shape
which
earthly
lodgings
take
for
No
one
—
and
for
Every
one
.
And
all
that
night
the
coffin
stands
ready
by
the
old
portmanteau
;
and
the
lonely
figure
on
the
bed
,
whose
path
in
life
has
lain
through
five
and
forty
years
,
lies
there
with
no
more
track
behind
him
that
any
one
can
trace
than
a
deserted
infant
.
Next
day
the
court
is
all
alive
—
is
like
a
fair
,
as
Mrs
.
Perkins
,
more
than
reconciled
to
Mrs
.
Piper
,
says
in
amicable
conversation
with
that
excellent
woman
.
The
coroner
is
to
sit
in
the
first
-
floor
room
at
the
Sol
’
s
Arms
,
where
the
Harmonic
Meetings
take
place
twice
a
week
and
where
the
chair
is
filled
by
a
gentleman
of
professional
celebrity
,
faced
by
Little
Swills
,
the
comic
vocalist
,
who
hopes
(
according
to
the
bill
in
the
window
)
that
his
friends
will
rally
round
him
and
support
first
-
rate
talent
.
The
Sol
’
s
Arms
does
a
brisk
stroke
of
business
all
the
morning
.
Even
children
so
require
sustaining
under
the
general
excitement
that
a
pieman
who
has
established
himself
for
the
occasion
at
the
corner
of
the
court
says
his
brandy
-
balls
go
off
like
smoke
.
What
time
the
beadle
,
hovering
between
the
door
of
Mr
.
Krook
’
s
establishment
and
the
door
of
the
Sol
’
s
Arms
,
shows
the
curiosity
in
his
keeping
to
a
few
discreet
spirits
and
accepts
the
compliment
of
a
glass
of
ale
or
so
in
return
.
At
the
appointed
hour
arrives
the
coroner
,
for
whom
the
jurymen
are
waiting
and
who
is
received
with
a
salute
of
skittles
from
the
good
dry
skittle
-
ground
attached
to
the
Sol
’
s
Arms
.
The
coroner
frequents
more
public
-
houses
than
any
man
alive
.
The
smell
of
sawdust
,
beer
,
tobacco
-
smoke
,
and
spirits
is
inseparable
in
his
vocation
from
death
in
its
most
awful
shapes
.
He
is
conducted
by
the
beadle
and
the
landlord
to
the
Harmonic
Meeting
Room
,
where
he
puts
his
hat
on
the
piano
and
takes
a
Windsor
-
chair
at
the
head
of
a
long
table
formed
of
several
short
tables
put
together
and
ornamented
with
glutinous
rings
in
endless
involutions
,
made
by
pots
and
glasses
.
As
many
of
the
jury
as
can
crowd
together
at
the
table
sit
there
.
The
rest
get
among
the
spittoons
and
pipes
or
lean
against
the
piano
.
Over
the
coroner
’
s
head
is
a
small
iron
garland
,
the
pendant
handle
of
a
bell
,
which
rather
gives
the
majesty
of
the
court
the
appearance
of
going
to
be
hanged
presently
.
Call
over
and
swear
the
jury
!
While
the
ceremony
is
in
progress
,
sensation
is
created
by
the
entrance
of
a
chubby
little
man
in
a
large
shirt
-
collar
,
with
a
moist
eye
and
an
inflamed
nose
,
who
modestly
takes
a
position
near
the
door
as
one
of
the
general
public
,
but
seems
familiar
with
the
room
too
.
A
whisper
circulates
that
this
is
Little
Swills
.
It
is
considered
not
unlikely
that
he
will
get
up
an
imitation
of
the
coroner
and
make
it
the
principal
feature
of
the
Harmonic
Meeting
in
the
evening
.
"
Well
,
gentlemen
—
"
the
coroner
begins
.
"
Silence
there
,
will
you
!
"
says
the
beadle
.
Not
to
the
coroner
,
though
it
might
appear
so
.
"
Well
,
gentlemen
,
"
resumes
the
coroner
.
"
You
are
impanelled
here
to
inquire
into
the
death
of
a
certain
man
.
Evidence
will
be
given
before
you
as
to
the
circumstances
attending
that
death
,
and
you
will
give
your
verdict
according
to
the
—
skittles
;
they
must
be
stopped
,
you
know
,
beadle
!
—
evidence
,
and
not
according
to
anything
else
.
The
first
thing
to
be
done
is
to
view
the
body
.
"
"
Make
way
there
!
"
cries
the
beadle
.
So
they
go
out
in
a
loose
procession
,
something
after
the
manner
of
a
straggling
funeral
,
and
make
their
inspection
in
Mr
.
Krook
’
s
back
second
floor
,
from
which
a
few
of
the
jurymen
retire
pale
and
precipitately
.
