Later Mr.
Elster returned: he had several servants with him then and lanterns; they had come out to look for Lord Hartledon, but could not find him.

It was only just after they had gone away again that the Irish harvest-men came up and found the body.
This was the substance of the miller's evidence; it was all he knew: and the next witness called was the boy David Ripper, popularly styled in the neighbourhood young Rip, in contradistinction to his father, a day-labourer.

He was an urchin of ten or twelve, with a red, round face; quite ludicrous from its present expression of terrified consternation.
The coroner sharply inquired what he was frightened at; and the boy burst into a roar by way of answer.

He didn't know nothing, and hadn't seen nothing, and it wasn't him that drowned his lordship; and he couldn't tell more if they hanged him for it.
The miller interposed.

The boy was one of the idlest young vagabonds he had ever had the luck to be troubled with; and he thought it exceedingly likely he had been off that afternoon and not near the mill at all.