'Now, gentlemen.' With one of his keys, he opened a cool grot at the end of the yard, and they all went in.

They quickly came out again, no one speaking but Eugene: who remarked to Mortimer, in a whisper, 'Not MUCH worse than Lady Tippins.' So, back to the whitewashed library of the monastery--with that liver still in shrieking requisition, as it had been loudly, while they looked at the silent sight they came to see--and there through the merits of the case as summed up by the Abbot.

No clue to how body came into river.
Very often was no clue.

Too late to know for certain, whether injuries received before or after death; one excellent surgical opinion said, before; other excellent surgical opinion said, after.

Steward of ship in which gentleman came home passenger, had been round to view, and could swear to identity.