And--I will not be silenced, Mr.Coroner!--I take this public opportunity, as I am on oath, of saying that I know nothing whatever of the causes of the deaths of either Collishaw or of Braden--upon my solemn oath!" "The inquest is adjourned to this day week," said the Coroner quietly.
Ransford suddenly stepped down from the witness-box and without word or glance at any one there, walked with set face and determined look out of the court, and the excited spectators, gathering into groups, immediately began to discuss his vigorous outburst and to take sides for and against him.
Bryce, judging it advisable to keep away from Mitchington just then, and, for similar reasons, keeping away from Harker also, went out of the crowded building alone--to be joined in the street outside by Sackville Bonham, whom he had noticed in court, in company with his stepfather, Mr.Folliot.
Folliot, Bryce had observed, had stopped behind, exchanging some conversation with the Coroner.

Sackville came up to Bryce with a knowing shake of the hand.

He was one of those very young men who have a habit of suggesting that their fund of knowledge is extensive and peculiar, and Bryce waited for a manifestation.
"Queer business, all that, Bryce!" observed Sackville confidentially.
"Of course, Ransford is a perfect ass!" "Think so ?" remarked Bryce, with an inflection which suggested that Sackville's opinion on anything was as valuable as the Attorney-General's.

"That's how it strikes you, is it ?" "Impossible that it could strike one in any other way, you know," answered Sackville with fine and lofty superiority.

"Ransford should have taken immediate steps to clear himself of any suspicion.