All sorts of nonsense ran about the town. It was reported that there had been a fight with the Frogs on Malvern Hill, during which King had been pitched over. This was only laughed at by those who knew how foundationless it was. Not a shadow of cause existed for supposing it to have been anything but a pure accident.
The coroner and jury sat at a long table covered with green baize. The coroner had his clerk by him; and on one side Mr. Allies sat Captain Chamberlain, on the other side Mr. Allcroft. Dr. Teal and Mr. Woodward were present, and gave the medical evidence in a most learned manner.
Reduced to plainness, it meant that King had died of an injury to the head.
When my turn came, what they chiefly asked me was, whether I had seen or heard any quarrelling with St. Peter"s boys that day at Malvern. None whatever, I answered. Was I quite sure of that? pursued one--it was Mr. Allcroft. I did not think there had been, or could have been, I repeated: we and the charity boys had kept apart from each other all day. Then another of the jury, Mr. Stone, put some questions, and then Mr. Allen--I thought they were never going to believe me. So I said it was the opposite of quarrelling, and told of Captain Sanker"s giving one of them half-a-crown because he had been kind to King on Sat.u.r.day, and of some of the boys--all who had not gone home in the first van--having helped us to look for King at night. After they had turned me inside out, the coroner could say that these questions were merely put for form"s sake and for the satisfaction of the public.
When the witnesses were done with, the coroner spoke to the jury. I suppose it was his charge. It seemed all as plain as a turnpike, he said: the poor little lame boy had slipped and fallen. The probability was that he had dropped asleep too near the edge of the perpendicular bank, and had either fallen over _in_ his sleep, or in the act of awaking. He (the coroner) thought it must have been the former, as no cry appeared to have been made, or heard. Under these circ.u.mstances, he believed the jury could have no difficulty in arriving at their verdict.
The last word, "verdict," was still on his tongue, when some commotion took place at the end of the room. A working-man, in his shirt-sleeves and a leather ap.r.o.n on, was pushing in through the crowd at the door, making straight for the table and the coroner. Some of the jury knew him for John Dance, a glove-cutter at a Quaker gentleman"s manufactory hard by. He begged pardon of the gentlefolk for coming amid "em abrupt like that, he said, just as he was, but something had but now come to his hearing about the poor little boy who had died. It made him fear he had not fell of himself, but been flung over, and he had thought it his duty to come and tell it.
The consternation this suggestion created, delivered in its homely words, would not be easy to describe. Captain Sanker, who had been sitting against the wall, got up in agitation. John Dance was asked his grounds for what he said, and was entering into a long rigmarole of a tale when the coroner stopped him, and bade him simply say how it had come to his own knowledge. He answered that upon going home just now to tea, from his work, his son Harry, who was in St. Peter"s School, told him of it, having been sent to do so by the master, Clerk Jones. His son was with him, waiting to be questioned.
The boy came forward, very red and sheepish, looking as though he thought he was going to be hung. He stammered and stuttered in giving his answers to the coroner.
The tale he told was this. His name was Henry Dance, aged thirteen.
He was on the hill, not very far from St. Ann"s Well, on the Tuesday afternoon, looking about for Mark Ferrar. All on a sudden he heard some quarrelling below him: somebody seemed to be in a foaming pa.s.sion, and little King the lame boy called out in a fright, "Oh, don"t! don"t!
you"ll throw me over!" Heard then a sort of rustle of shrubs--as it sounded to him--and then heard the steps of some one running away along the path below the upright bank. Couldn"t _see_ anything of this; the bank prevented him; but did see the arm of the boy who was running as he turned round the corner. Didn"t see the boy; only saw his left arm swaying; he had a green handkerchief in his hand. Could not tell whether it was one of their boys (St. Peter"s) or one of the college boys; didn"t see enough of him for that. Didn"t know then that anything bad had happened, and thought no more about it at all; didn"t hear of it till the next morning: he had been in the first van that left Malvern, and went to bed as soon as he got home.
The account was listened to breathlessly. The boy was in a regular fright while he told it, but his tones and looks seemed honest and true.
"How did you know it was King Sanker"s voice you heard?" asked the coroner.
"Please, sir, I didn"t know it," was the answer. "When I came to hear of his fall the next day, I supposed it must ha" been his. I didn"t know anybody had fell down; I didn"t hear any cry."
"What time in the afternoon was this?"
"Please, sir, I don"t know exact. We had our tea at four: it wasn"t over-long after that."
"Did you recognize the other voice?"
"No, sir. It was a boy"s voice."
"Was it one you had ever heard before?"
"I couldn"t tell, sir; I wasn"t near enough to hear or to catch the words. King Sanker spoke last, just as I got over the spot."
"You heard of the accident the next morning, you say. Did you hear of it early?"
"It was afore breakfast, sir. Some of our boys that waited for the last van telled me; and Ferrar, he telled me. They said they had helped to look for him."
"And then it came into your mind, that it was King Sanker you had heard speak?"
"Yes, sir, it did. It come right into my mind, all sudden like, that he might have been throwed over."
"Well now, Mr. Harry Dance, how was it that you did not at once hasten to report this? How is it that you have kept it in till now?"
Harry Dance looked too confused and frightened to answer. He picked at the band of his grey cap and stood, first on one foot, then on the other. The coroner pressed the question sharply, and he replied in confusion.
Didn"t like to tell it. Knew people were saying it might have been one of their boys that had pitched him over. Was afraid to tell. Did say a word to Mark Ferrar; not much: Ferrar wanted to know more, and what it was he meant, but didn"t tell him. That was yesterday morning. Had felt uncomfortable ever since then, wanting to tell, but not liking to. This afternoon, in school, writing their copies at the desk, he had told Tom Wood"art, the carpenter"s son, who sat next him; leastways, had said the college boy had not fell of himself, but been pitched over; and Tom Wood"art had made him tell it to another boy, Collins; and then the two had went up to the desk and telled their master, Mr. Jones; and Mr.
Jones, after calling him up to ask about it, had ordered him home to tell it all to his father; and his father said he must come and tell it here.
The father, John Dance, spoke up again to confirm this, so far as his part went. He was so anxious it should be told to the gentlemen at once, he repeated, that he had come out all untidy as he was, not stopping to put himself to rights in any way.
The next person to step forward was Mr. Jones, in his white cravat and black clothes. He stated that the two boys, Thomas Woodward and James Collins, had made this strange communication to him. Upon which he had questioned Dance, and at once despatched him home to acquaint his father.
"What sort of a boy is Harry Dance, Mr. Jones?" inquired the coroner. "A truthful boy?--one to be depended on? Some boys, as I dare say you know, are capable of romancing in the most unaccountable manner: inventing lies by the bushel."
"The boy is truthful, sir; a sufficiently good boy," was the reply.
"Some of them are just what you describe; but Dance, so far as I believe, may be relied upon."
"Well, now, if this is to be credited, it must have been one of St.
Peter"s boys who threw the deceased over," observed a juryman at the other end. "Did you do it yourself, Harry Dance? Stand straight, and answer."
"No, sir; I shouldn"t never like to do such a cowardly thing," was the answer, given with a rush of fear--if the look of his face might be trusted. "I was not anigh him."
"It must have been one of you. This is the result of that fight you two sets of boys held on Sat.u.r.day. You have been harbouring malice."
"Please, sir, I wasn"t in the fight on Sat.u.r.day. I had went over to Clains on an errand for mother."
"That"s true," said Clerk Jones. "Dance was not in the fight at all. As far as I can ascertain, there was no ill-feeling displayed on either side at Malvern; no quarrelling of any kind." And Captain Sanker, who was standing up to listen, confirmed this.
"The natural deduction to be drawn is, that if the deceased was flung over, it was by one of St. Peter"s boys--though the probability is that he did not intend to inflict much injury," observed one of the jury to the rest. "Boys are so reprehensibly thoughtless. Come, Harry Dance! if you did not give him a push yourself, you can tell, I dare say, who did."
But Dance, with tears in his eyes, affirmed that he knew no more than he had told: he had not the least notion who the boy was that had been quarrelling with King. He saw none of the boys, St. Peter"s boys or college boys, about the hill at that time; though he was looking out for them, because he wanted to find Ferrar: and he knew no more than the dead what boy it was who had run away, for he saw nothing but his arm and a green handkerchief.
"Did you find Ferrar after that?" resumed the coroner.
"Yes, sir; not long after. I found him looking for me round on t"other side of St. Ann"s Well."
"By the way--on which side of St. Ann"s Well is situated the spot where you heard the quarrel?"
"On the right-hand side, sir, looking _down_ the hill," said the boy.
And by the stress laid on the "down" I judged him to be given to exactness. "I know the place, sir. If you take a sideway path from the Well bearing down"ards, you come to it. It"s shady and quiet there; a place that n.o.body hardly finds out."
"Did you say anything to Ferrar, when you found him, of what you had heard?"
"No, sir. I didn"t think any more about it. I didn"t think any harm had been done."
"But you did mention it to Ferrar the next morning?"
"Yes, sir, I had heard of it, then."
"What did you say?"
"I only said I was afeard he might have been throwed over. Ferrar asked me why, but I didn"t like to say no more, for fear of doing mischief. It wasn"t me," added Dance, appealing piteously to the jury. "I wouldn"t have hurt a hair of his head: he was weak and lame."
"Is Ferrar here?" cried the coroner. "We must have him."