the woman
who was banging herself with increased violence, and shrieking most
terrifically for some other woman's liver.

'A bull's-eye,' said the Night-Inspector, taking up his keys. Which a
deferential satellite produced. 'Now, gentlemen.'

With one of his keys, he opened a cool grot at the end of the yard,
and they all went in. They quickly came out again, no one speaking but
Eugene: who remarked to Mortimer, in a whisper, 'Not MUCH worse than
Lady Tippins.'

So, back to the whitewashed library of the monastery--with that liver
still in shrieking requisition, as it had been loudly, while they looked
at the silent sight they came to see--and there through the merits of
the case as summed up by the Abbot. No clue to how body came into river.
Very often was no clue. Too late to know for certain, whether injuries
received before or after death; one excellent surgical opinion said,
before; other excellent surgical opinion said, after. Steward of ship in
which gentleman came home passenger, had been round to view, and could
swear to identity. Likewise could swear to clothes. And then, you
see, you had the papers, too. How was it he had totally disappeared on
leaving ship, 'till found in river? Well! Probably had been upon some
little game. Probably thought it a harmless game, wasn't up to things,
and it turned out a fatal game. Inquest to-morrow, and no doubt open
verdict.

'It appears to have knocked your friend over--knocked him completely off
his legs,' Mr Inspector remarked, when he had finished his summing up.
'It has given him a bad turn to be sure!' This was said in a very low
voice, and with a searching look (not the first he had cast) at the
stranger.

Mr Lightwood explained that it was no friend of his.

'Indeed?' said Mr Inspector, with an attentive ear; 'where did you pick
him up?'

Mr Lightwood explained further.

Mr Inspector had delivered his summing up, and had added these words,
with his elbows leaning on his desk, and the fingers and thumb of his
right hand, fitting themselves to the fingers and thumb of his left.
Mr Inspector moved nothing but his eyes, as he now added, raising his
voice:

'Turned you faint, sir! Seems you're not accustomed to this kind of
work?'

The stranger, who was leaning against the chimneypiece with drooping
head, looked round and answered, 'No. It's a horrible sight!'

'You expected to identify, I am told, sir?'

'Yes.'

'HAVE you identified?'

'No. It's a h