There was no display of anger, scarcely of impatience, in him now.

If he spoke, they did not hear him; and when he moved, it was heavily and with a drooping head.

They watched him go, each as silent as he.

The coroner tried to speak, but succeeded no better than the boy himself.

When the door opened under his hand, they all showed relief, but were startled back into their former attention by his turning suddenly in the doorway with this final remark: "What did you say about a bottle with a special label on it being found at our house?
It never was, or, if it was, some fellow has been playing you a trick.