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The
beadle
is
very
careful
that
two
gentlemen
not
very
neat
about
the
cuffs
and
buttons
(
for
whose
accommodation
he
has
provided
a
special
little
table
near
the
coroner
in
the
Harmonic
Meeting
Room
)
should
see
all
that
is
to
be
seen
.
For
they
are
the
public
chroniclers
of
such
inquiries
by
the
line
;
and
he
is
not
superior
to
the
universal
human
infirmity
,
but
hopes
to
read
in
print
what
"
Mooney
,
the
active
and
intelligent
beadle
of
the
district
,
"
said
and
did
and
even
aspires
to
see
the
name
of
Mooney
as
familiarly
and
patronizingly
mentioned
as
the
name
of
the
hangman
is
,
according
to
the
latest
examples
.
Little
Swills
is
waiting
for
the
coroner
and
jury
on
their
return
.
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
,
also
.
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
is
received
with
distinction
and
seated
near
the
coroner
between
that
high
judicial
officer
,
a
bagatelle
-
board
,
and
the
coal
-
box
.
The
inquiry
proceeds
.
The
jury
learn
how
the
subject
of
their
inquiry
died
,
and
learn
no
more
about
him
.
"
A
very
eminent
solicitor
is
in
attendance
,
gentlemen
,
"
says
the
coroner
,
"
who
,
I
am
informed
,
was
accidentally
present
when
discovery
of
the
death
was
made
,
but
he
could
only
repeat
the
evidence
you
have
already
heard
from
the
surgeon
,
the
landlord
,
the
lodger
,
and
the
law
-
stationer
,
and
it
is
not
necessary
to
trouble
him
.
Is
anybody
in
attendance
who
knows
anything
more
?
"
Mrs
.
Piper
pushed
forward
by
Mrs
.
Perkins
.
Mrs
.
Piper
sworn
.
Anastasia
Piper
,
gentlemen
.
Married
woman
.
Now
,
Mrs
.
Piper
,
what
have
you
got
to
say
about
this
?
Why
,
Mrs
.
Piper
has
a
good
deal
to
say
,
chiefly
in
parentheses
and
without
punctuation
,
but
not
much
to
tell
.
Mrs
.
Piper
lives
in
the
court
(
which
her
husband
is
a
cabinet
-
maker
)
,
and
it
has
long
been
well
beknown
among
the
neighbours
(
counting
from
the
day
next
but
one
before
the
half
-
baptizing
of
Alexander
James
Piper
aged
eighteen
months
and
four
days
old
on
accounts
of
not
being
expected
to
live
such
was
the
sufferings
gentlemen
of
that
child
in
his
gums
)
as
the
plaintive
—
so
Mrs
.
Piper
insists
on
calling
the
deceased
—
was
reported
to
have
sold
himself
.
Thinks
it
was
the
plaintive
’
s
air
in
which
that
report
originatinin
.
See
the
plaintive
often
and
considered
as
his
air
was
feariocious
and
not
to
be
allowed
to
go
about
some
children
being
timid
(
and
if
doubted
hoping
Mrs
.
Perkins
may
be
brought
forard
for
she
is
here
and
will
do
credit
to
her
husband
and
herself
and
family
)
.
Has
seen
the
plaintive
wexed
and
worrited
by
the
children
(
for
children
they
will
ever
be
and
you
cannot
expect
them
specially
if
of
playful
dispositions
to
be
Methoozellers
which
you
was
not
yourself
)
.
On
accounts
of
this
and
his
dark
looks
has
often
dreamed
as
she
see
him
take
a
pick
-
axe
from
his
pocket
and
split
Johnny
’
s
head
(
which
the
child
knows
not
fear
and
has
repeatually
called
after
him
close
at
his
eels
)
.
Never
however
see
the
plaintive
take
a
pick
-
axe
or
any
other
wepping
far
from
it
.
Has
seen
him
hurry
away
when
run
and
called
after
as
if
not
partial
to
children
and
never
see
him
speak
to
neither
child
nor
grown
person
at
any
time
(
excepting
the
boy
that
sweeps
the
crossing
down
the
lane
over
the
way
round
the
corner
which
if
he
was
here
would
tell
you
that
he
has
been
seen
a
-
speaking
to
him
frequent
)
.
Says
the
coroner
,
is
that
boy
here
?
Says
the
beadle
,
no
,
sir
,
he
is
not
here
.
Says
the
coroner
,
go
and
fetch
him
then
.
In
the
absence
of
the
active
and
intelligent
,
the
coroner
converses
with
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
.
Oh
!
Here
’
s
the
boy
,
gentlemen
!
Here
he
is
,
very
muddy
,
very
hoarse
,
very
ragged
.
Now
,
boy
!
But
stop
a
minute
.
Caution
.
This
boy
must
be
put
through
a
few
preliminary
paces
.
Name
,
Jo
.
Nothing
else
that
he
knows
on
.
Don
’
t
know
that
everybody
has
two
names
.
Never
heerd
of
sich
a
think
.
Don
’
t
know
that
Jo
is
short
for
a
longer
name
.
Thinks
it
long
enough
for
HIM
.
HE
don
’
t
find
no
fault
with
it
.
Spell
it
?
No
.
HE
can
’
t
spell
it
.
No
father
,
no
mother
,
no
friends
.
Never
been
to
school
.
What
’
s
home
?
Knows
a
broom
’
s
a
broom
,
and
knows
it
’
s
wicked
to
tell
a
lie
.
Don
’
t
recollect
who
told
him
about
the
broom
or
about
the
lie
,
but
knows
both
.
Can
’
t
exactly
say
what
’
ll
be
done
to
him
arter
he
’
s
dead
if
he
tells
a
lie
to
the
gentlemen
here
,
but
believes
it
’
ll
be
something
wery
bad
to
punish
him
,
and
serve
him
right
—
and
so
he
’
ll
tell
the
truth
.
"
This
won
’
t
do
,
gentlemen
!
"
says
the
coroner
with
a
melancholy
shake
of
the
head
.
"
Don
’
t
you
think
you
can
receive
his
evidence
,
sir
?
"
asks
an
attentive
juryman
.
"
Out
of
the
question
,
"
says
the
coroner
.
"
You
have
heard
the
boy
.
’
Can
’
t
exactly
say
’
won
’
t
do
,
you
know
.
We
can
’
t
take
THAT
in
a
court
of
justice
,
gentlemen
.
It
’
s
terrible
depravity
.
Put
the
boy
aside
.
"
Boy
put
aside
,
to
the
great
edification
of
the
audience
,
especially
of
Little
Swills
,
the
comic
vocalist
.
Now
.
Is
there
any
other
witness
?
No
other
witness
.
Very
well
,
gentlemen
!
Here
’
s
a
man
unknown
,
proved
to
have
been
in
the
habit
of
taking
opium
in
large
quantities
for
a
year
and
a
half
,
found
dead
of
too
much
opium
.
If
you
think
you
have
any
evidence
to
lead
you
to
the
conclusion
that
he
committed
suicide
,
you
will
come
to
that
conclusion
.
If
you
think
it
is
a
case
of
accidental
death
,
you
will
find
a
verdict
accordingly
.
Verdict
accordingly
.
Accidental
death
.
No
doubt
.
Gentlemen
,
you
are
discharged
.
Good
afternoon
.
While
the
coroner
buttons
his
great
-
coat
,
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
and
he
give
private
audience
to
the
rejected
witness
in
a
corner
.
That
graceless
creature
only
knows
that
the
dead
man
(
whom
he
recognized
just
now
by
his
yellow
face
and
black
hair
)
was
sometimes
hooted
and
pursued
about
the
streets
.
That
one
cold
winter
night
when
he
,
the
boy
,
was
shivering
in
a
doorway
near
his
crossing
,
the
man
turned
to
look
at
him
,
and
came
back
,
and
having
questioned
him
and
found
that
he
had
not
a
friend
in
the
world
,
said
,
"
Neither
have
I
.
Not
one
!
"
and
gave
him
the
price
of
a
supper
and
a
night
’
s
lodging
.
That
the
man
had
often
spoken
to
him
since
and
asked
him
whether
he
slept
sound
at
night
,
and
how
he
bore
cold
and
hunger
,
and
whether
he
ever
wished
to
die
,
and
similar
strange
questions
.
That
when
the
man
had
no
money
,
he
would
say
in
passing
,
"
I
am
as
poor
as
you
to
-
day
,
Jo
,
"
but
that
when
he
had
any
,
he
had
always
(
as
the
boy
most
heartily
believes
)
been
glad
to
give
him
some
.
"
He
was
wery
good
to
me
,
"
says
the
boy
,
wiping
his
eyes
with
his
wretched
sleeve
.
"
Wen
I
see
him
a
-
layin
’
so
stritched
out
just
now
,
I
wished
he
could
have
heerd
me
tell
him
so
.
He
wos
wery
good
to
me
,
he
wos
!
"
As
he
shuffles
downstairs
,
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
lying
in
wait
for
him
,
puts
a
half
-
crown
in
his
hand
.
"
If
you
ever
see
me
coming
past
your
crossing
with
my
little
woman
—
I
mean
a
lady
—
"
says
Mr
.
Snagsby
with
his
finger
on
his
nose
,
"
don
’
t
allude
to
it
!
"
For
some
little
time
the
jurymen
hang
about
the
Sol
’
s
Arms
colloquially
.
In
the
sequel
,
half
-
a
-
dozen
are
caught
up
in
a
cloud
of
pipe
-
smoke
that
pervades
the
parlour
of
the
Sol
’
s
Arms
;
two
stroll
to
Hampstead
;
and
four
engage
to
go
half
-
price
to
the
play
at
night
,
and
top
up
with
oysters
.
Little
Swills
is
treated
on
several
hands
.
Being
asked
what
he
thinks
of
the
proceedings
,
characterizes
them
(
his
strength
lying
in
a
slangular
direction
)
as
"
a
rummy
start
.
"
The
landlord
of
the
Sol
’
s
Arms
,
finding
Little
Swills
so
popular
,
commends
him
highly
to
the
jurymen
and
public
,
observing
that
for
a
song
in
character
he
don
’
t
know
his
equal
and
that
that
man
’
s
character
-
wardrobe
would
fill
a
cart
.
Thus
,
gradually
the
Sol
’
s
Arms
melts
into
the
shadowy
night
and
then
flares
out
of
it
strong
in
gas
.
The
Harmonic
Meeting
hour
arriving
,
the
gentleman
of
professional
celebrity
takes
the
chair
,
is
faced
(
red
-
faced
)
by
Little
Swills
;
their
friends
rally
round
them
and
support
first
-
rate
talent
.
In
the
zenith
of
the
evening
,
Little
Swills
says
,
"
Gentlemen
,
if
you
’
ll
permit
me
,
I
’
ll
attempt
a
short
description
of
a
scene
of
real
life
that
came
off
here
to
-
day
.
"
Is
much
applauded
and
encouraged
;
goes
out
of
the
room
as
Swills
;
comes
in
as
the
coroner
(
not
the
least
in
the
world
like
him
)
;
describes
the
inquest
,
with
recreative
intervals
of
piano
-
forte
accompaniment
,
to
the
refrain
:
With
his
(
the
coroner
’
s
)
tippy
tol
li
doll
,
tippy
tol
lo
doll
,
tippy
tol
li
doll
,
Dee
!
The
jingling
piano
at
last
is
silent
,
and
the
Harmonic
friends
rally
round
their
pillows
.
Then
there
is
rest
around
the
lonely
figure
,
now
laid
in
its
last
earthly
habitation
;
and
it
is
watched
by
the
gaunt
eyes
in
the
shutters
through
some
quiet
hours
of
night
.
If
this
forlorn
man
could
have
been
prophetically
seen
lying
here
by
the
mother
at
whose
breast
he
nestled
,
a
little
child
,
with
eyes
upraised
to
her
loving
face
,
and
soft
hand
scarcely
knowing
how
to
close
upon
the
neck
to
which
it
crept
,
what
an
impossibility
the
vision
would
have
seemed
!
Oh
,
if
in
brighter
days
the
now
-
extinguished
fire
within
him
ever
burned
for
one
woman
who
held
him
in
her
heart
,
where
is
she
,
while
these
ashes
are
above
the
ground
!
It
is
anything
but
a
night
of
rest
at
Mr
.
Snagsby
’
s
,
in
Cook
’
s
Court
,
where
Guster
murders
sleep
by
going
,
as
Mr
.
Snagsby
himself
allows
—
not
to
put
too
fine
a
point
upon
it
—
out
of
one
fit
into
twenty
.
The
occasion
of
this
seizure
is
that
Guster
has
a
tender
heart
and
a
susceptible
something
that
possibly
might
have
been
imagination
,
but
for
Tooting
and
her
patron
saint
.
Be
it
what
it
may
,
now
,
it
was
so
direfully
impressed
at
tea
-
time
by
Mr
.
Snagsby
’
s
account
of
the
inquiry
at
which
he
had
assisted
that
at
supper
-
time
she
projected
herself
into
the
kitchen
,
preceded
by
a
flying
Dutch
cheese
,
and
fell
into
a
fit
of
unusual
duration
,
which
she
only
came
out
of
to
go
into
another
,
and
another
,
and
so
on
through
a
chain
of
fits
,
with
short
intervals
between
,
of
which
she
has
pathetically
availed
herself
by
consuming
them
in
entreaties
to
Mrs
.
Snagsby
not
to
give
her
warning
"
when
she
quite
comes
to
,
"
and
also
in
appeals
to
the
whole
establishment
to
lay
her
down
on
the
stones
and
go
to
bed
.
Hence
,
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
at
last
hearing
the
cock
at
the
little
dairy
in
Cursitor
Street
go
into
that
disinterested
ecstasy
of
his
on
the
subject
of
daylight
,
says
,
drawing
a
long
breath
,
though
the
most
patient
of
men
,
"
I
thought
you
was
dead
,
I
am
sure
!
"
What
question
this
enthusiastic
fowl
supposes
he
settles
when
he
strains
himself
to
such
an
extent
,
or
why
he
should
thus
crow
(
so
men
crow
on
various
triumphant
public
occasions
,
however
)
about
what
cannot
be
of
any
moment
to
him
,
is
his
affair
.
It
is
enough
that
daylight
comes
,
morning
comes
,
noon
comes
.
Then
the
active
and
intelligent
,
who
has
got
into
the
morning
papers
as
such
,
comes
with
his
pauper
company
to
Mr
.
Krook
’
s
and
bears
off
the
body
of
our
dear
brother
here
departed
to
a
hemmed
-
in
churchyard
,
pestiferous
and
obscene
,
whence
malignant
diseases
are
communicated
to
the
bodies
of
our
dear
brothers
and
sisters
who
have
not
departed
,
while
our
dear
brothers
and
sisters
who
hang
about
official
back
-
stairs
—
would
to
heaven
they
HAD
departed
!
—
are
very
complacent
and
agreeable
.
Into
a
beastly
scrap
of
ground
which
a
Turk
would
reject
as
a
savage
abomination
and
a
Caffre
would
shudder
at
,
they
bring
our
dear
brother
here
departed
to
receive
Christian
burial
.
With
houses
looking
on
,
on
every
side
,
save
where
a
reeking
little
tunnel
of
a
court
gives
access
to
the
iron
gate
—
with
every
villainy
of
life
in
action
close
on
death
,
and
every
poisonous
element
of
death
in
action
close
on
life
—
here
they
lower
our
dear
brother
down
a
foot
or
two
,
here
sow
him
in
corruption
,
to
be
raised
in
corruption
:
an
avenging
ghost
at
many
a
sick
-
bedside
,
a
shameful
testimony
to
future
ages
how
civilization
and
barbarism
walked
this
boastful
island
together
.
Come
night
,
come
darkness
,
for
you
cannot
come
too
soon
or
stay
too
long
by
such
a
place
as
this
!
Come
,
straggling
lights
into
the
windows
of
the
ugly
houses
;
and
you
who
do
iniquity
therein
,
do
it
at
least
with
this
dread
scene
shut
out
!
Come
,
flame
of
gas
,
burning
so
sullenly
above
the
iron
gate
,
on
which
the
poisoned
air
deposits
its
witch
-
ointment
slimy
to
the
touch
!
It
is
well
that
you
should
call
to
every
passerby
,
"
Look
here
!
"
With
the
night
comes
a
slouching
figure
through
the
tunnel
-
court
to
the
outside
of
the
iron
gate
.
It
holds
the
gate
with
its
hands
and
looks
in
between
the
bars
,
stands
looking
in
for
a
little
while
.
It
then
,
with
an
old
broom
it
carries
,
softly
sweeps
the
step
and
makes
the
archway
clean
.
It
does
so
very
busily
and
trimly
,
looks
in
again
a
little
while
,
and
so
departs
Jo
,
is
it
thou
?
Well
,
well
!
Though
a
rejected
witness
,
who
"
can
’
t
exactly
say
"
what
will
be
done
to
him
in
greater
hands
than
men
’
s
,
thou
art
not
quite
in
outer
darkness
.
There
is
something
like
a
distant
ray
of
light
in
thy
muttered
reason
for
this
:
"
He
wos
wery
good
to
me
,
he
wos
!
"
It
has
left
off
raining
down
in
Lincolnshire
at
last
,
and
Chesney
Wold
has
taken
heart
.
Mrs
.
Rouncewell
is
full
of
hospitable
cares
,
for
Sir
Leicester
and
my
Lady
are
coming
home
from
Paris
.
The
fashionable
intelligence
has
found
it
out
and
communicates
the
glad
tidings
to
benighted
England
.
It
has
also
found
out
that
they
will
entertain
a
brilliant
and
distinguished
circle
of
the
ELITE
of
the
BEAU
MONDE
(
the
fashionable
intelligence
is
weak
in
English
,
but
a
giant
refreshed
in
French
)
at
the
ancient
and
hospitable
family
seat
in
Lincolnshire
.
For
the
greater
honour
of
the
brilliant
and
distinguished
circle
,
and
of
Chesney
Wold
into
the
bargain
,
the
broken
arch
of
the
bridge
in
the
park
is
mended
;
and
the
water
,
now
retired
within
its
proper
limits
and
again
spanned
gracefully
,
makes
a
figure
in
the
prospect
from
the
house
.
The
clear
,
cold
sunshine
glances
into
the
brittle
woods
and
approvingly
beholds
the
sharp
wind
scattering
the
leaves
and
drying
the
moss
.
It
glides
over
the
park
after
the
moving
shadows
of
the
clouds
,
and
chases
them
,
and
never
catches
them
,
all
day
.
It
looks
in
at
the
windows
and
touches
the
ancestral
portraits
with
bars
and
patches
of
brightness
never
contemplated
by
the
painters
.
Athwart
the
picture
of
my
Lady
,
over
the
great
chimney
-
piece
,
it
throws
a
broad
bend
-
sinister
of
light
that
strikes
down
crookedly
into
the
hearth
and
seems
to
rend
it
.
Through
the
same
cold
sunshine
and
the
same
sharp
wind
,
my
Lady
and
Sir
Leicester
,
in
their
travelling
chariot
(
my
Lady
’
s
woman
and
Sir
Leicester
’
s
man
affectionate
in
the
rumble
)
,
start
for
home
.
