Seeing, however, that my mother was set upon going, he desisted at last, and put his cart at her service.
Somewhat to her astonishment, as I could see, I asked to be allowed to go also, and, after some entreaty, prevailed.

So we all set out behind Uncle Loveday's over-fed pony for Polkimbra.
There was a small crowd around the door of the "Lugger Inn" when we drove up.

It appeared that the coroner had just arrived, and the inquest was to begin at once.

Meanwhile, the folk were busy with conjecture.

They made way, however, for my uncle, who, being on such occasions a person of no little importance, easily gained us entry into the Red Room where the inquiry was about to be held.