But Mr. Pope, though seated, was not silenced. "I desire," said he, "to
have my protest put on record."
"I can't do that," said the coroner, "and I can't allow you to interrupt
the witnesses."
"I am acting," said Mr. Pope, "in the interests of my friend here and
the members of a honourable----"
But here the butcher turned on him savagely, and, in a hoarse
stage-whisper, exclaimed:
"Look here, Pope; you've got too much of what the cat licks--"
"Gentlemen! gentlemen!" the coroner protested, sternly; "I cannot permit
this unseemly conduct. You are forgetting the solemnity of the occasion
and your own responsible positions. I must insist on more decent and
decorous behaviour."
There was profound silence, in the midst of which the butcher concluded
in the same hoarse whisper:
"--licks 'er paws with."
The coroner cast a withering glance at him, and turning to the witness,
resumed the examination.
"Can you tell us, Doctor, how long a time has elapsed since the death of
the deceased?"
"I should say not less than eighteen months, but probably more.
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