"Then we are all found dead to-morrow; and others will have the satisfaction of finding out why.""You suspect somebody, yet can absolve nobody?""Exactly, Sir Walter.I said pretty much that to the pressmen, who forced themselves in this afternoon.The accursed daily Press of this country has saved the skin of more blackguards than I like to count.Keep them and the photographers away.It ought to be criminal - their interference.""I ordered that none was to be admitted for a moment.""It is always very hard to keep them out.They are cunning devils, and take a perverse pleasure in adding to our difficulties.Little they care how they defeat justice if they can only get 'copy' for their infernal newspapers."Inspector Frith spoke with some warmth; he had little for which to thank the popular Press.
Within an hour the four departed, and it was understood that they should not be disturbed until they themselves cared to reappear.
Mannering remained with Sir Walter and Lennox.He was dejected and exceedingly anxious.But the others did not share his fears.The younger, indeed, felt hopeful that definite results might presently be recorded, and he went to his bed very thankful to get there.But Sir Walter, now calm and refreshed by some hours of sleep during the afternoon, designed to keep his own vigil.
"Poor May lies in my library to-night," he said, "and I shall watch beside him.Mary also wishes to do so.It seems a proper respect to pay the dead.The inquest takes place to-morrow, and he will be buried in hisparish.We must attend the funeral, Mary and I.""If ever a man took his own life, that man did!" declared the doctor.