"And the first consequence is that I now formally demand an adjournment of this inquest, _sine die_." "On what grounds, sir ?" demanded the Coroner.
"To permit me to bring evidence from America," replied Petherton, with a side glance at Marston Greyle.

"Evidence already being prepared." The Coroner hesitated, looked at Greyle's solicitor, and then turned sharply to the jury.
"I refuse that application!" he said.

"You have heard all I have to say, gentlemen," he went on, "and you can return your verdict." Petherton quietly gathered up his papers and motioned to his friends to follow him out of the schoolroom.

The foreman of the jury was returning a verdict of accidental death as they passed through the door, and they emerged into the street to an accompaniment of loud cheers for the Squire and groans for themselves.
"What a travesty of justice!" exclaimed Sir Cresswell.

"That fellow Spurge was right, you see, Copplestone.