And, womanlike, and not being over-amenable to reason, she saw no cause for a great fuss about the affair in her own house, at any rate.

The man was dead, she said, and let them get him put decently away, and hold his money till somebody came forward to claim it--all quietly and without the pieces in the paper that Mr.Lindsey talked about.
"And how are we to let people know anything about him if there isn't news in the papers ?" I asked.

"It's only that way that we can let his relatives know he's dead, mother.

You're forgetting that we don't even know where the man's from!" "Maybe I've a better idea of where he was from, when he came here, than any lawyer-folk or police-folk either, my man!" she retorted, giving me and Maisie a sharp look.

"I've eyes in my head, anyway, and it doesn't take me long to see a thing that's put plain before them." "Well ?" said I, seeing quick enough that she'd some notion in her mind.
"You've found something out ?" Without answering the question in words she went out of the kitchen and up the stairs, and presently came back to us, carrying in one hand a man's collar and in the other Gilverthwaite's blue serge jacket.