The Mist on the Mountain Doctor Torvey was sent for early next morning, and came full of wonder, learning and scepticism.

Seeing is believing, however; and there was Philip Feltram living, and soon to be, in all bodily functions, just as usual.
"Upon my soul, Sir Bale, I couldn't have believed it, if I had not seen it with my eyes," said the Doctor impressively, while sipping a glass of sherry in the 'breakfast parlour,' as the great panelled and pictured room next the dining-room was called.

"I don't think there is any similar case on record--no pulse, no more than the poker; no respiration, by Jove, no more than the chimney-piece; as cold as a lead image in the garden there.

Well, you'll say all that might possibly be fallacious; but what will you say to the cadaveric stiffness?
Old Judy Wale can tell you; and my friend Marcella--Monocula would be nearer the mark--Mrs.Bligh, she knows all those common, and I may say up to this, infallible, signs of death, as well as I do.

There is no mystery about them; they'll depose to the literality of the symptoms.