human
That wasn't done by a man in a hurry, he mused. But he said nothing, and merely turned to Mr. Phelps with a question:
gpt
Who screwed down the coffin?
human
Who?--bless me, let me think! Yes, yes. Dr. Warrender--poor soul!--and Joe Brill. Faithful fellow, Joe! Would see the last of his master.
gpt
Wasn't the undertaker present?
human
Crank? Well, yes, he was. But I am sorry to say, Mr. Inspector --here the face of the Rector became severe--
gpt
H'm! Who made him drunk?
human
Himself, I suppose, rejoined Mr. Phelps, a trifle tartly.
gpt
Crank requires no one to tempt him.
human
Few men do, sir, said Blair, and again examined the coffin. He passed his long, delicate hand over every inch of it, particularly fingering the lid; then he looked round the niche where it rested, peered into the others, and considered well all that he saw, while Mr. Phelps chattered.
gpt
Quite so, said the detective at length;