And presently two sharp-looking young fellows, whom I had seen taking notes at the end of the big table whereat the coroner and the officials sat, came up to me, and telling me that they were reporters, specially sent over, one from Edinburgh, the other from Newcastle, begged me to give them a faithful and detailed account of my doings and experiences on the night of the murder--there was already vast interest in this affair all over the country, they affirmed, and whatever I could or would tell them would make splendid reading and be printed in big type in their journals.

But Mr.Lindsey, who was close by, seized my arm and steered me away from these persistent seekers after copy.
"Not just now, my lads!" said he good-humouredly.

"You've got plenty enough to go on with--you've heard plenty in there this morning to keep your readers going for a bit.

Not a word, Hugh! And as for you, gentlemen, if you want to do something towards clearing up this mystery, and assisting justice, there's something you can do--and nobody can do it better." "What's that ?" asked one of them eagerly.
"Ask through your columns for the relations, friends, acquaintances, anybody who knows them or aught about them, of these two men, James Gilverthwaite and John Phillips," replied Mr.Lindsey.

"Noise it abroad as much as you like and can! If they've folk belonging to them, let them come forward.