SCENES IN COURT.
The Coroner: "I cannot allow the proceedings to be interrupted by any
of the spectators, and I must request the person who spoke to preserve
silence."
The Lady (rising): "My name is Lady Wharton, and I know what I am
saying. It is not in the nature of things to be silent when so
monstrous a statement as that is made. I say again, it is impossible."
The Coroner: "The witness has given his impression----"
Lady Wharton: "He cannot be in his right senses, or he must have some
motive----"
The Coroner: "You are impeaching the witness and delaying the
proceedings. Unless you resume your seat it will be my duty to have
you removed----"
Lady Wharton (indignantly): "Have me removed! Is this a court of
justice?"
The Corner: "I hope so. Kindly resume your seat."
Lady Wharton: "I insist upon being heard."
The Coroner: "You compel me to do what will be disagreeable to you."
(To a Constable.) "Officer----"
Mr. Finnis, Q.C.: "One moment, I beg." (To Lady Wharton.) "Please
observe the Coroner's directions. At present you can be heard only
through me." (Lady Wharton, who was accompanied by her brother, Lord
Fairfax, resumed her seat in great agitation.)
Mr. Finnis: "It is a point of vital importance, and I ask
the witness--upon whom neither Lady Wharton nor I cast any
imputation--whether he positively swears that the body is that of
Mr. Samuel Boyd?"
The Coroner (to the witness): "Do not reply to any question except
those put to you by me or the jury."
Mr. Finnis: "You will understand, Mr. Coroner, when Lady Wharton is
examined, why the statement of the witness appears to her incredible.
Our desire is to prevent a miscarriage of justice."
The Coroner: "It is the desire of all of us."
A Juror: "There can be no harm in asking the question again. With your
permission, Mr. Coroner, I will put it. Inspector Robson, do you
positively swear that the body you saw is that of Mr. Samuel Boyd?"
Inspector Robson: "So far as a human being can be positive, I swear
it."
"And that you formed the idea that he had been dead several days?"
"That is certainly my impression."
The Coroner (after listening to a whispered communication from the
juror): "It has been suggested to me to ask whether you have any
personal interest in the death of Mr. Samuel Boyd?"
Inspector Robson (with warmth): "I do not understand you."
The Coroner: "We are aware, Inspector Robson, of the high character
you bear, and of the deserved estimation in which you are held. It is
probable that in the course of this inquiry questions may be asked
which may not seem to have any direct bearing upon the investigation,
but which may eventually lead to issues of more or less importance."
Inspector Robson: "I am giving my evidence as inspector of police."
The Coroner: "Not entirely. You are a witness in this case, and are
here both as an official and a private citizen. If you have an
objection to answer the question I will not press it; but I would
point out to you that your refusal may leave an unfavourable
impression on the minds of the jury."
Inspector Robson (after a pause): "Will you put the question in more
direct terms, Mr. Coroner? I would prefer my private affairs not being
imported into this case, but I should be sorry to lay myself open to
misconstruction."
The Coroner: "In plainer terms, then, is there any relationship
between you and the deceased?"
Inspector Robson: "He is my son-in-law's father."
The Coroner: "You were, of course, aware of this when Mrs. Abel Death
reported the disappearance of her husband?"
Inspector Robson: "No, Mr. Coroner, I was not aware of it."
The Coroner: "Was the marriage between your daughter and Mr. Reginald
Boyd quite recent?"
Inspector Robson (with evident reluctance): "No, they have been
married two months."
The Coroner: "There is a strange discrepancy here. How could you have
been ignorant of the relationship when Mrs. Death came to the Bishop
Street Police Station?"
Inspector Robson: "At that time I did not know that my daughter was
married. As what passes in this court will be reported in the
newspapers, I wish to add that no blame attaches either to her or her
husband, for whom my wife and myself have the highest regard."
The Juror: "He is the only son of the deceased?"
Inspector Robson: "Yes."
The Juror: "In point of fact the heir-at-law, unless he is
dispossessed by will?"
Inspector Robson: "Yes."
The Juror: "Has any will been found?"
Inspector Robson: "Not to my knowledge."
The Juror: "Has search been made for it?"
Inspector Robson: "It is now being made."
The Juror: "By whom?"
Inspector Robson: "By my son-in-law's attorney, Mr. Richard
Remington."
The Juror: "Your nephew?"
"Yes."
The Juror (to the Coroner): "Will Mr. Reginald Boyd be called?"
The Coroner: "Not to-day. It appears, from a letter I have here, which
is accompanied by a doctor's certificate, that he went yesterday to
his father's house in Catchpole Square to identify the body, that he
has been very ill, and that the exertion was too much for him. It is
hoped that on Wednesday, to which day the inquiry will be adjourned,
he will be well enough to give his evidence."
The Juror: "How long has he been ill?"
Inspector Robson: "Since last Saturday week."
The Juror: "The day following that on which Mr. Abel Death
disappeared?"
Inspector Robson: "Yes."
The Juror: "Can you inform us whether Mr. Reginald Boyd was on good
terms with his father?"
Inspector Robson: "I do not think it is a question I should be called
upon to answer."
The Juror: "Very well, Inspector Robson."
The next witness was Mr. Richard Remington, who gave his answers
generally with rapidity; but occasionally there was a slight hesitancy
before he replied, as though he were considering the form of words in
which he should reply. Asked if Inspector Robson was his uncle, he
answered that he was proud to own it. Asked if he followed any
occupation, he described himself as a Jack of all trades. "And master
of none?" queried a juror jocosely. "I won't say that," replied the
witness, quickly. "There are some things I can do thoroughly."
"You accompanied Inspector Robson when he entered the house of the
deceased on Saturday?"
"I did."
"You saw the body?"
"Yes. It is the body of Mr. Samuel Boyd."
"You were acquainted with him?"
"Intimately. I was in his service nearly three months, and saw him
daily."
"So that you can speak with confidence on the point?"
"With perfect confidence."
"Can you inform us whether the room in which the body was found was
Mr. Boyd's regular bedroom?"
"It was. He always slept there."
The Juror: "Is it the only bedroom in the house?"
"No; there is another bedroom on the second floor."
The Juror: "Occupied by any person?"
"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."
"You must have met many persons. What is there special in your meeting
Mr. Remington?"
"Only that both times it was two or three o'clock in the morning. It
isn't worth mentioning."
"The smallest incident in connection with a case of this description
is worth mentioning. Did you have any conversation with him?"
"Oh, yes. The first time we had a long talk together."
"Did he say what brought him out so late!"
"Well, he said he was looking for a lodging."
"What! At two or three in the morning?"
"Yes, that is what he said."
"It sounds like a joke; he can hardly have been serious."
A Juror: "Perhaps Mr. Remington would like to explain."
Mr. Richard Remington (from the body of the Court): "I am quite ready
to explain."
The Coroner (to Constable Applebee): "We have nothing further to ask
you."
Mr. Richard Remington was recalled.
"You have heard what the last witness said in reference to yourself?"
"Yes; he spoke the truth. I met him on two occasions last week, in the
middle of the night, and we had a chat. Of course it is absurd to
suppose I was looking for lodgings at that time, but I intended to do
so next morning, and I mentioned it to Constable Applebee, thinking it
likely he might know of a place to suit me. In point of fact he did
know, and it was upon his introduction that I took a room next day in
the house of Constable Pond in Paradise Row. You might like to hear
why I went in the direction of Catchpole Square on the night of the
fog. Well, I was in the Bishop Street Station at about midnight when
Mrs. Abel Death reported the disappearance of her husband and asked
the assistance of the police. As I had been in the employ of Mr.
Samuel Boyd I took an interest in her story, and, my time being my
own, I thought I would have a look at the old house."
The Coroner: "Thank you, Mr. Remington."
The last witness called was Mrs. Jewel, a charwoman, whose evidence
was mainly interesting from the insight it afforded of the singular
domestic habits of the deceased. She was the only female servant
employed by Mr. Boyd, and her services were not requisitioned for more
than two half-days every week. The witness described the deceased as
the hardest master she ever had. When she swept out a room or made a
bed he grumbled at the way it was done, and made it an excuse for
beating her down to the last farthing. She did no cooking for him; he
took his dinner at some cheap eating house, and prepared his own
breakfast and tea. "He'd skin a flint," the witness remarked. The
value of Mrs. Jewel's evidence lay in her intimate familiarity with
the personal appearance of the deceased. She swore positively to the
body, and laughed at the idea of her being mistaken. Some amusement
was caused by her being hard of hearing, and she resented this by
giving short snappy replies to the questions put to her, and declining
to be moved by so much as a hair's breadth from any statement she
made. The last of these questions were put by the juror who had taken
so prominent a part in the proceedings, and who resisted every effort
made by the Coroner to abbreviate his inquiries.
The Juror: "You worked for the deceased during the time his son, Mr.
Reginald Boyd, lived in the house?"
Mrs. Jewel: "Of course I did, and Mr. Reginald's a gentleman."
"Were they on good terms with each other?"
"No," she answered, "old Mr. Boyd was always quarrelling with Mr.
Reginald. He stormed a lot, but Mr. Reginald was very quiet, and
hardly answered his father. At last he went away, and I don't blame
him."
Nothing further was elicited from the witness, and the inquiry was
adjourned till Wednesday, when, the Coroner said, important evidence
would be laid before the jury.