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EVERY one knows the sordid procedure of a coroner's inquest— the filing out of the jury to view the body; the marshalling of the witnesses by the coroner's officer, some of them in mourning, and all painfully self-conscious; the ghoulish attention to business of the coroner; the police atmosphere of the ancient court; the determination of one or two jurymen to display their intelligence.
The Thrings met Kathleen and her solicitor at Paddington, and they travelled down together; Lamson was in the same train. It was a depressing journey, and Pamela regretted that they had not gone down by car, for no one feels called upon to talk when motoring. When she found that they were expected to sit in a row in the stuffy waiting-room at the Town Hall she suggested that they should walk up and dow
