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have to be removed, sir," whispered the police-sergeant. "It'll have to be taken down to the inn, to wait the inquest." Marston Greyle started. "Inquest!" he said. "Oh!--will that have to be held? I suppose so--yes. But we'd better wait until the doctor comes, hadn't we? I want him--" The doctor came into the gloomy vault at that moment, escorted by Chatfield, who, however, immediately retired. He was an elderly, old-fashioned somewhat fussy-mannered person, who evidently attached much more importance to the living Squire than to the dead man, and he listened to all Marston Greyle's explanations and theories with great deference and accepted each without demur. "Ah yes, to be sure!" he said, after a perfunctory examination of the body. "The affair is easily understood. It is precisely as you suggest, Squire. The unfortunate man evidently climbed to the top of the tower, missed his footing, and fell headlong. That slight mass of branch and leaf would make little difference--he was, you see, a heavy man--some fourteen or fifteen stone, I should think. Oh, instantaneous death, without a doubt! Well, well, these constables must see to the removal of the body, and we must let my friend the coroner know--he will hold the inquest tomorrow, no doubt. Quite a mere formality, my dear sir!--the whole thing is as plain as a pikestaff. It will be a relief to know that the mystery is now satisfactorily solved." Outside in the welcome freshness, Copplestone turned to the doctor. "You say the inquest will be held tomorrow?" he asked. The doctor looked his questioner up and down with an inquiry which signified doubt as to Copplestone's right to demand information. "In the usual course," he replied stiffly. "Then his brother, Sir Cresswell Oliver, and his solicitor, Mr. Petherton, must be wired for from London," observed Copplestone, turning to Greyle. "I'll communicate with them at once. I suppose we may go up the tower?" he continued as Greyle nodded his assent. "I'd like to see the stairs and the parapet." Greyle looked a little doubtful and uneasy. "Well, I had meant that no one should go up until all this was gone into," he answered. "I don't want any more accidents. You'll be careful?" "We're both young and agile," responded Copplestone. "There's no need for alarm. Do you care to go up, Mr. Gilling?" The pseudo-curate accepted the invitation readily, and he and Copplestone entered the turret. They had clim
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