“If you don’t be quiet this moment, it shall be your last.”

“W—w—what do you want?” stammered the corpulent female.

“No matter,” said Gray; “tell me what dead body that is you have in the attic?”

“Job Magnus,” said the lady, shaking the bed with trembling.

“Who?”

“Job Magnus—he—he was bought.”

“Bought, woman!”

“Yes—he—he was hanged last Monday, and my—my wretch of a husband bought him.”

“What is your husband?”

“A doctor.”