Not to the coroner, though it might appear so.
"Well, gentlemen," resumes the coroner.

"You are impanelled here to inquire into the death of a certain man.

Evidence will be given before you as to the circumstances attending that death, and you will give your verdict according to the--skittles; they must be stopped, you know, beadle!--evidence, and not according to anything else.

The first thing to be done is to view the body." "Make way there!" cries the beadle.
So they go out in a loose procession, something after the manner of a straggling funeral, and make their inspection in Mr.Krook's back second floor, from which a few of the jurymen retire pale and precipitately.

The beadle is very careful that two gentlemen not very neat about the cuffs and buttons (for whose accommodation he has provided a special little table near the coroner in the Harmonic Meeting Room) should see all that is to be seen.