Mr Clinton looked through the glass windows at the bodies, and he carefully examined their faces; he looked at them one after another slowly, and it seemed as if he could not tear himself away. Finally he turned round, his face was very pale, and it had quite a strange expression on it; he felt very sick. 'Thank you!' he said to the coroner's officer, and walked away. But after a few steps he turned back, touching the man on the arm. 'D'you 'ave many cases like that?' he asked. 'Why, you look quite upset,' said the coroner's officer, with amusement. 'I can see you're not used to such things. You'd better go to the pub. opposite and 'ave three 'aporth of brandy.' 'They seemed rather painful cases,' said Mr Clinton, in a low voice. 'Oh, it was a slack day to-day. Nothing like what it is usually this time of year.' 'They all died of starvation--starvation, and nothing else.' 'I suppose they did, more or less,' replied the officer. 'D'you 'ave many cases like that?' 'Starvation cases? Lor' bless you! on a 'eavy day we'll 'ave 'alf a dozen, easy.' 'Oh!' said Mr Clinton. 'Well, I must be getting on with my work,' said the officer--they were standing on the doorstep and he looked at the public-house opposite, but Mr Clinton paid no further attention to him. He began to walk slowly away citywards. 'Well, you are a rummy old file!' said the coroner's officer. But presently a mist came before Mr Clinton's eyes, everything seemed suddenly extraordinary, he had an intense pain and he felt himself falling. He opened his eyes slowly, and found himself sitting on a doorstep; a policeman was shaking him, asking what his name was. A woman standing by was holding his top hat; he noticed that his trousers were muddy, and mechanically he pulled out his handkerchief and began to wipe them. He looked vacantly at the policeman asking questions. The woman asked him if he was better. He motioned her to give him his hat; he put it feebly on his head and, staggering to his feet, walked unsteadily away. The rain drizzled down impassively, and cabs passing swiftly splashed up the yellow mud.... VI