“And as for that Mrs. Bantam of his, the old frump! She actually swore that there’d never been a sack in the house! Well, it stands to reason, if Mr. Egerton borrowed that sack to collect wood in, she must have seen it, unless he kept it locked up somewhere⁠—and if he did lock it up somewhere⁠—well, he must have had some funny reason for it.⁠ ⁠…”

Mrs. Vincent shrugged her shoulders expressively.

“So that didn’t do him any good⁠—especially as she cheeked the Coroner.”

“And what was the verdict?”