In this case, as so very little had been discovered, the proceedings would surely be very formal--formal and therefore short.
She herself had one quite definite object--that of hearing the evidence of those who believed they had seen the murderer leaving the spot where his victims lay weltering in their still flowing blood.

She was filled with a painful, secret, and, yes, eager curiosity to hear how those who were so positive about the matter would describe the appearance of The Avenger.

After all, a lot of people must have seen him, for, as Bunting had said only the day before to young Chandler, The Avenger was not a ghost; he was a living man with some kind of hiding-place where he was known, and where he spent his time between his awful crimes.
As she came back to the sitting-room, her extreme pallor struck her husband.
"Why, Ellen," he said, "it is time you went to the doctor.

You looks just as if you was going to a funeral.

I'll come along with you as far as the station.