"Examined him!" interrupted Chattaway. "What about?"
"About the precautions taken for safety, and all that," rejoined Ford, who liked to launch a shaft or two at his master when he might do it with discretion. "Mr. Rupert could not tell them much, though, as he was not in the habit of being down in the pit; and then they called some of the miners again."
"To what time is it adjourned?" growled Mr. Chattaway, after a pause.
"It's not adjourned, sir; it's over."
"Oh," said Mr. Chattaway, feeling a sort of relief. "What was the verdict?"
"The verdict, sir? Mr. Cris wrote it down, and took it up to the Hold for you."
"What was it? You can tell me its substance, I suppose."
"Well, it was 'Accidental death.' But there was something also about the absence of necessary precautions in the mine; and a strong recommendation was added that you should do something for the widows."
The very verdict Chattaway had so dreaded! As with many cowards, he could not feel independent of his neighbours' opinion, and knew the verdict would not add to his popularity. And the suggestion that he should do something for the widows positively appalled him. Finding no reply, Ford continued.
"We had some gentlemen in here afterwards, sir. I don't know who they were; strangers: they said they must see you, and are coming to-morrow. We wondered whether they were Government inspectors, or anything of that sort. They asked when the second shaft to the pit was going to be begun."