But here's the inspector, miss; you ask him." The inspector, a shrewd officer of long experience, fetched in haste from a mile's distance, galloped up, and gave his horse to a boy.
Marcella went up to him.
He looked at her with sharp interrogation.

"You are Miss Boyce?
Miss Boyce of Mellor ?" "Yes, I want to go to the wife; I will promise not to get in your way." He nodded.

The crowd let them pass.

The inspector knocked at the door, which was cautiously unlocked by Jenkins, and the two went in together.
"She's a queer one," said a thin, weasel-eyed man in the crowd to his neighbour.

"To think o' her bein' in it--at this time o' day.