The poor fellow had had an accident at school, so I heard.

I almost think he died.

I never saw him myself, but if you come with me, I'll take you to the Wesleyan minister.

I think he knows Mrs Wilcox." Thankful for any clue, however slight, Jeffreys accompanied the good man to the Wesleyan minister.
"Mrs Wilcox--ah, yes," said the latter, when his brother pastor had explained their errand.

"She died in Torquay five months ago.