Elkin had scored a hit, a palpable hit, and no one could gainsay him.

He felt that, for once, the general opinion was with him, and drove the point home.
"Hobson--the local joiner and undertaker"-- he explained for Mr.
Franklin's benefit--"came this morning to borrow a couple of horses for the job.

It's to be done in style--'no expense spared' was Mr.Ingerman's order--and the poor thing is in her coffin now while Grant--" He stopped.

Mr.Siddle coughed.
"You've said enough, Elkin," murmured the chemist.

"This excitement is harmful.