"Squint Rodaine don't even recognize 'er on the street--much less appear in company with 'er.
Something's 'appening!" "But what could she testify to ?" "'Ow should I know ?" Harry said it almost petulantly.

"I did n't even know she--" "Oyez, oyez, oyez!" It was the bailiff, using a regular district-court introduction of the fact that an inquest was about to be held.

The crowded room sighed and settled.

The windows became frames for human faces, staring from without.

The coroner stepped forward.
"We are gathered here to-night to inquire into the death of a man supposed to be L.A.Larsen, commonly called 'Sissie', whose skeleton was found to-day in the Blue Poppy mine.