“There,” said the old sexton; “that means less trouble when we come to shut him up again.”
“You seem to know,” said the doctor quickly.
“Man in my line picks up a few things, doctor,” replied the sexton. “But there you are. What next?”
The doctor took the lamp once more, and held it over the head of the coffin, to scan with the deepest interest the head and face revealed.
“Sheared!” said Moredock grimly; “what is there to be skeared on? Only seems to be asleep.”
“Yes,” said the doctor, gazing down and thoughtfully repeating the sexton’s words; “seems to be asleep. Suppose he is?”
The old man stared with his jaw dropping, and his features full of wonder.
“Asleep? Nay, you said he’d broke his neck. No sleep that, poor chap.”
“Hush!” said the doctor.
Moredock looked at him curiously, as he bent lower over the occupant of the coffin.