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The Probate Court wore an air of studious repose when I entered with Miss Bellinghareat and inquisitive public had not becos that were about to take place, or had not realised their connection with the sensational "Mutilation Case"; but barristers and Press-th, and the hu of the voluntary that ushers in a cathedral service

As we entered, a pleasant-faced, elderly gentlehaham with a courtly bow

"This is Mr Marchthankedat the inquest, led us to a bench, at the farther end of which was seated a gentlenised hilared at him wrathfully

"I see that scoundrel is here!" he exclai that he doesn't see me, because he is ashamed to look me in the face, but--"

"Hush! hush! my dear sir," exclaimed the horrified solicitor; "weyou--let s, to make no indiscreet remarks; in fact, to make no remarks at all," he added, with the evident conviction that any reht ive ham replied contritely "I will control myself; I will really be quite discreet I won't even look at hio over and pull his nose"

This particular form of discretion did not appear to be quite to Mr March that Miss Bellingham and I should sit on the farther side of his client, and thus effectually separate him from his enemy

"Who's the long-nosed fellow talking to Jellicoe?" Mr Bellingham asked

"That is Mr Loraentleman next to him is our counsel, Mr Heath, a most able man and"--here Mr Marchmont whispered behind his hand--"fully instructed by Doctor Thorndyke"

At this juncture the judge entered and took his seat; the usher proceeded with great rapidity to swear in the jury, and the Court gradually settled down into that state of acades, excepting when the noisy swing-doors were set oscillating by so clerk or reporter