That made me feel queer and uncomfortable, the more so that there was a very wild, mad look on his face.

I said to him, as soothingly as possible, 'A very foggy night, sir.' And he said, 'Yes--yes, it is a foggy night, a night fit for the commission of dark and salutary deeds.' A very strange phrase, sir, that--'dark and salutary deeds.'" He looked at the coroner expectantly-- "Well?
Well, Mr.Cannot?
Was that all?
Did you see this person go off in the direction of--of King's Cross, for instance ?" "No." Mr.Cannot reluctantly shook his head.

"No, I must honestly say I did not.

He walked along a certain way by my side, and then he crossed the road and was lost in the fog." "That will do," said the coroner.

He spoke more kindly.