The tidings from the vestry began to flow out among the crowd—they dropped slowly from mouth to mouth till they reached the place where I was standing. I heard the questions and answers repeated again and again in low, eager tones all round me.
“Have they found him?” “Yes.”—“Where?” “Against the door, on his face.”—“Which door?” “The door that goes into the church. His head was against it—he was down on his face.”—“Is his face burnt?” “No.” “Yes, it is.” “No, scorched, not burnt—he lay on his face, I tell you.”—“Who was he? A lord, they say.” “No, not a lord. Sir Something; Sir means Knight.” “And Baronight, too.” “No.” “Yes, it does.”—“What did he want in there?” “No good, you may depend on it.”—“Did he do it on purpose?”—“Burn himself on purpose!”—“I don’t mean himself, I mean the vestry.”—“Is he dreadful to look at?” “Dreadful!”—“Not about the face, though?” “No, no, not so much about the face. Don’t anybody know him?” “There’s a man says he does.”—“Who?” “A servant, they say. But he’s struck stupid-like, and the police don’t believe him.”—“Don’t anybody else know who it is?” “Hush——!”
The loud, clear voice of a man in authority silenced the low hum of talking all round me in an instant.
“Where is the gentleman who tried to save him?” said the voice.
“Here, sir—here he is!” Dozens of eager faces pressed about me—dozens of eager arms parted the crowd. The man in authority came up to me with a lantern in his hand.
“This way, sir, if you please,” he said quietly.
I was unable to speak to him, I was unable to resist him when he took my arm. I tried to say that I had never seen the dead man in his lifetime—that there was no hope of identifying him by means of a stranger like me. But the words failed on my lips. I was faint, and silent, and helpless.
“Do you know him, sir?”
I was standing inside a circle of men. Three of them opposite to me were holding lanterns low down to the ground. Their eyes, and the eyes of all the rest, were fixed silently and expectantly on my face. I knew what was at my feet—I knew why they were holding the lanterns so low to the ground.
“Can you identify him, sir?”