“You are in the employ of Mr. Stuart?”
“Yes, sar. I ’ave been with Mr. Stuah, six a years, and he tell you——”
“Please look at the deceased, and tell me if you have ever seen him before?” the Coroner hastily interrupted.
“No, sar.”
After answering a few more questions with overpowering volubility, she withdrew, and her husband entered. He was a tall, vigorous man, with large hawk-like eyes, apparently a good deal older than his wife. He bowed to us all on entering, and stood respectfully near the door, waiting to be spoken to.
“What is your name?” inquired the Coroner.
“Celestin Marie Argot.”
“You work for Mr. Stuart?”
“Yes, sar; I am Meester Stuah’s butlair.”
“Look at this corpse, and tell me if you can identify it as that of any one you know, or have ever seen?”