But he found one, and put it with a sharp cast of his eye.
"Now, did this man ever give you, while he was in your house, any reason at all for his coming to Berwick ?" he asked.
"Yes," I answered; "he did that when he came asking for lodgings.

He said he had folk of his own buried in the neighbourhood, and he was minded to take a look at their graves and at the old places where they'd lived." "Giving you, in fact, an impression that he was either a native of these parts, or had lived here at some time, or had kindred that had ?" he asked.
"Just that," I replied.
"Did he tell you the names of such folk, or where they were buried, or anything of that sort ?" he suggested.
"No--never," said I."He never mentioned the matter again." "And you don't know that he ever went to any particular place to look at any particular grave or house ?" he inquired.
"No," I replied; "but we knew that he took his walks into the country on both sides Tweed." He hesitated a bit, looked at me and back at his papers, and then, with a glance at the coroner, sat down.

And the coroner, nodding at him as if there was some understanding between them, turned to the jury.
"It may seem without the scope of this inquiry, gentlemen," he said, "but the presence of this man Gilverthwaite in the neighbourhood has evidently so much to do with the death of the other man, whom we know as John Phillips, that we must not neglect any pertinent evidence.

There is a gentleman present that can tell us something.

Call the Reverend Septimus Ridley.".