"I'm not going to say anything more about it, sir, unless you force me to it. Every man ought to have his chance."
The Juror (to the Coroner): "I think, Mr. Coroner, the witness should be directed to finish the sentence."
The Coroner (to Mrs. Death): "You would rather not say what is in your mind?"
Mrs. Death: "I would rather not, sir."
"Then I shall not ask you to disclose it."
The Juror: "But, Mr. Coroner----"
The Coroner: "I am conducting this inquiry, and I have given my decision." (To the witness). "How long did you remain up on Friday night after your husband went to make a last appeal to his employer?"
"I did not go to bed at all that night. I waited for him till nearly two in the morning, and then I went to Catchpole Square, on the chance that Mr. Samuel Boyd would be able to give me some information of him. I knocked at the door, and hung about the Square a goodish bit, but I couldn't get anyone to answer me. Then I came home again, and waited and waited."
"You went from your house at two in the morning?"
"About that time, sir."