who came forward to state the circumstances openly and without reserve!  How creeping and deadly that fear which could bow down the truthful Margaret to falsehood!  He could almost pity her.  What would be the end of it?  She could not have considered all she was entering upon; if there was an inquest and the young man came forward.  Suddenly he started up.  There should be no inquest.  He would save Margaret.  He would take the responsibility of preventing the inquest, the issue of which, from the uncertainty of the medical testimony (which he had vaguely heard the night before, from the surgeon in attendance), could be but doubtful; the doctors had discovered an internal disease far advanced, and sure to prove fatal; they had stated that death might have been accelerated by the fall, or by the subsequent drinking and exposure to cold.  If he had but known how Margaret would have become involved in the affair—­if he had but foreseen that she would have stained her whiteness by a falsehood, he could have saved her by a word; for the question, of inquest or no inquest, had hung trembling in the balance only the night before.  Miss Hale might love another—­was indifferent and contemptuous to him—­but he would yet do her faithful acts of service of which she should never know.  He might despise her, but the woman whom he had once loved should be kept from shame; and shame it would be to pledge herself to a lie in a public court, or otherwise to stand and acknowledge her reason for desiring darkness rather than light.

Very gray and stern did Mr. Thornton look, as he passed out through his wondering clerks.  He was away about half an hour; and scarcely less stern did he look when he returned, although his errand had been successful.

He wrote two lines on a slip of paper, put it in an envelope, and sealed it up.  This he gave to one of the clerks, saying:—­

’I appointed Watson—­he who was a packer in the warehouse, and who went into the police—­to call on me at four o’clock.  I have just met with a gentleman from Liverpool who wishes to see me before he leaves town.  Take care to give this note to Watson he calls.’

The note contained these words: 

’There will be no inquest.  Medical evidence not sufficient to justify it.  Take no further steps.  I have not seen the corner; but I will take the responsibility.’

‘Well,’ thought Watson, ’it relieves me from an awkward job.  None of my witnesses seemed certain of anything except the young woman.  She was clear and distinct enough; the porter at the rail-road had seen a scuffle; or when he found it was likely to bring him in as a witness, then it might not have been a scuffle, only a little larking, and Leonards might have jumped off the platform himself;—­he would not stick firm to anything.  And Jennings, the grocer’s shopman,—­well, he was not quite so bad, but I doubt if I could have got him up to an oath after he heard that Miss Hale flatly denied it.  It would have been a troublesome job and no satisfaction.  And now I must go and tell them they won’t be wanted.’