A chap came in early this morning and told me as summat had happened, so I goes out, and half a mile from the town I finds it just as he says." "But what is it ?" Mrs.Mulready gasped.
"Well, mum, I am sorry to have to tell you, but there was the gig all smashed to atoms, and there was the little black mare lying all in a heap with her neck broke, and there was--" and he stopped.
"My husband!" Mrs.Mulready gasped.
"Yes, marm, I be main sorry to say it were.

There, yards in front of them, were Mr.Mulready just stiff and cold.

He'd been flung right out over the hoss' head.

I expect he had fallen on his head and must have been killed roight out; and the worst of it be, marm, as it warn't an accident, for there, tight across the road, about eighteen inches above the ground, was a rope stretched tight atween a gate on either side.
It was plain enough to see what had happened.

The mare had come tearing along as usual at twelve mile an hour in the dark, and she had caught the rope, and in course there had been a regular smash." The pretty color had all gone from Mrs.Mulready's face as he began his story, but a ghastly pallor spread over her face, and a look of deadly horror came into her eyes as he continued.
"Oh, Ned, Ned," she wailed, "how could you!" and then she fell senseless to the ground.
The constable raised her and placed her in a chair.
"Are you sure the master's dead ?" the servant asked, wiping her eyes.
"Sure enough," the constable said.