"Set your mind at rest, sir," he said, calmly. "We will find him, though he lies like a toad under a stone."
"Mettle, mettle," the Deemster chuckled into his breast, and proceeded to throw off his cloak. Then he turned to the coroner again.
"Have you summoned the jury of inquiry?"
"I have, sir—six men of the parish—court-house at Ramsey—eight in the morning."
"We must indict the whole six of them. You have their names? Jarvis will write them down for you. We can not have five of them giving evidence for the sixth."
The Deemster left the hall with his quick and restless step, and turned into the dining-room, where Mona was helping to lay the supper. Her face was very pale, her eyes were red with long weeping, she moved to and fro with a slow step, and misery itself seemed to sit on her. But the Deemster saw nothing of this. "Mona," he said, "you must be stirring before daybreak to-morrow."
She lifted her face with a look of inquiry.
"We breakfast at half-past six, and leave in the coach at seven."
With a puzzled expression she asked in a low tone where they were to go.
"To Ramsey, for the court of inquiry," he answered with complacency.