She picked 'erself up again an' walked 'ome, tremblin' a little, an' not knowin' rightly what 'ad chanced to 'er, an' in less than an hour she was dead.

An' what did they say at the inquest?
Just 'death from shock'-- an' no more.

For them as owned the murderin' car was proprietors o' a big brewery, and the coroner hisself 'ad shares in it.

That's 'ow justice is done nowadays!" "Yes, we's an obligin' lot, we poor folks," observed a little man in the rough garb of a cattle-driver, drawing his pipe from his mouth as he spoke.

"We lets the rich ride over us on rubber tyres an' never sez a word on our own parts, but trusts to the law for doin' the same to a millionaire as 'twould to a beggar,--but, Lord!--don't we see every day as 'ow the millionaire gets off easy while the beggar goes to prison?
There used to be justice in old England, but the time for that's gone past." "There's as much justice in England as you'll ever get anywheres else!" interrupted the hostess at the bar, nodding cheerfully at the men, and smiling,--"And as for the motor-cars, they bring custom to my house, and I don't grumble at anything which does me and mine a good turn.