A lawyer would have felt especially fidgetty, while these facts were
being elicited. The questions were put in an undecided rambling
manner, and were so interrupted by half-made remarks from the jurors
and other parties in the room, that it was a wonder how the report of
the proceedings, which appeared in the morning newspapers, could have
been so cleverly cleared as it was of the chaff from which it was
winnowed. One or two circumstances occurred during this time which
tended to throw over the whole affair the air of an ill-played farce.
At an interesting point of the evidence, the door was opened, and a
scream from a female voice announced ‘Please sir, the beadle’s
wanted!’ There were four gentlemen sitting on a horse-hair sofa close
behind some of the jury, with whom more than once they entered into
conversation, doubtless about the case in hand. The way in which the
coroner took notice of this breach of every judisprudential rule, was
extremely characteristic: he said, in effect, that there was, perhaps,
no actual harm in it, but it _might_ be objected to—the parties
conversing might be relatives of the accused. In fact, he mildly
insinuated that such unprivileged communications might warp the
jurymen’s judgments—that’s all!
After the coroner had summed up, the jury returned a verdict of
manslaughter against the husband. The Queen’s representative then
retired, and so did the jury and the beadle; a little extra business
was done at the bar of the ‘Two Spies,’ and, to use a reporter’s pet
phrase, ‘the proceedings terminated.’
It is far from our desire, in describing this particular inquest, in
any way to disparage—supposing anything we have said can be construed
into disparagement—any person or persons concerned in it directly or
remotely. Our wish is to point out the exceeding looseness,
informality, and difficulty of ensuring sound judgment, which the
system occasions. Indeed we were told by a competent authority that
the proceedings at the Old Drury and ‘Two Spies’ taverns, formed an
orderly and superior specimen of their class.
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