"I desire--" "Oh, shut up, Pope!" This was from the foreman, who, at the same moment, reached out an enormous hairy hand with which he grabbed the cobbler's coat-tails and brought him into a sitting posture with a thump that shook the room.
But Mr.Pope, though seated, was not silenced.

"I desire," said he, "to have my protest put on record." "I can't do that," said the coroner, "and I can't allow you to interrupt the witnesses." "I am acting," said Mr.Pope, "in the interests of my friend here and the members of a honourable----" But here the butcher turned on him savagely, and, in a hoarse stage-whisper, exclaimed: "Look here, Pope; you've got too much of what the cat licks--" "Gentlemen! gentlemen!" the coroner protested, sternly; "I cannot permit this unseemly conduct.

You are forgetting the solemnity of the occasion and your own responsible positions.

I must insist on more decent and decorous behaviour." There was profound silence, in the midst of which the butcher concluded in the same hoarse whisper: "-- licks 'er paws with." The coroner cast a withering glance at him, and turning to the witness, resumed the examination.
"Can you tell us, Doctor, how long a time has elapsed since the death of the deceased ?" "I should say not less than eighteen months, but probably more.

How much more it is impossible from inspection alone to say.