"By no person during my service with the deceased." The Juror: "But at some time or other occupied by another person?" "I believe by Mr. Reginald Boyd when he lived in the house." The Juror: "Under what circumstances did he leave his father's house?" "It is hardly a question that should be put to me." The Juror: "You think it would be better to ask Mr. Reginald Boyd?" "That is for you to decide." The Coroner: "You were in the house yesterday?" "Yes." "We understand you are searching for a will?" "Yes." "And have found none?" "None." The Coroner: "I am now going to put a question to you which I put to Inspector Robson. When you saw the body did you receive any impression as to the length of time Mr. Boyd had been dead?" "Yes. He must have been dead four or five days at least." Lady Wharton: "They are stark staring mad!" The Coroner: "I assure Lady Wharton that if she persists in these interruptions she cannot be allowed to remain in Court." The evidence of Constable Applebee, who was the next witness, was then taken. Catchpole Square is within the radius of his beat, and not a week passed without his seeing Mr. Samuel Boyd two or three times. He was positive that the body was that of Samuel Boyd, and he would not admit the possibility of his being mistaken. "Did you see any suspicious persons about on the night of the 1st?" The witness answered "No," and happened to glance in the direction of Lady Wharton, upon which another scene occurred. Her ladyship exclaimed, "Gracious Powers! I am in a hornet's nest! Does the man suspect _me?_" It was with difficulty that she was calmed, and it was only upon her giving her promise that she would not speak again that an order for her removal was not carried out. Mr. Finnis: "Her ladyship visited Mr. Samuel Boyd on the night of the 1st upon a matter of business, and the witness probably saw her." The Coroner: "That is no excuse for these interruptions, Mr. Finnis." (To the witness.) "On any subsequent occasion did you see any suspicious persons about?" "Yes, on the night of the great fog something occurred. The fog was so thick that I missed my way, and by accident I stumbled upon Constable Pond, whose beat joins mine. We were close by Catchpole Square, and we went into it. As we were moving away I saw a woman trying to steal from the Square into Deadman's Court. I ran and caught the person by the arm, but somehow or other she slipped through my hands and escaped." "Did you see her face?" "No, she was too quick for me." "At what time did this take place?" "I can't say exactly, but it was past midnight." "Is it usual for people to be in the Square so late?" "Quite unusual." "That is all you can tell us?" "That's all, except----" Here the witness hesitated. "Except what?" "Well, it has nothing to do with the case, but it come into my mind that two nights last week I met Mr. Richard Remington near the Square."