"You can't come here." Now, seeing that I actually was here, this was clearly a mistake, and I ventured to point out the fallacy.
"Well, I can't allow you to stay here.

Our business is of a private nature." "I know exactly what your business is, Inspector Badger." "Oh, do you ?" said he, surveying me with a foxy smile.

"And I expect I know what yours is, too.

But we can't have any of you newspaper gentry spying on us just at present, so you just be off." I thought it best to undeceive him at once, and accordingly, having explained who I was, I showed him the coroner's permit, which he read with manifest annoyance.
"This is all very well, sir," said he as he handed me back the paper, "but it doesn't authorise you to come spying on the proceedings of the police.

Any remains that we discover will be deposited in the mortuary, where you can inspect them to your heart's content; but you can't stay here and watch us." I had no defined object in keeping a watch on the inspector's proceedings; but the sergeant's indiscreet hint had aroused my curiosity, which was further excited by Mr.Badger's evident desire to get rid of me.