quite recent.  The door he had had to burst was bolted as well as locked.  He confirmed Mrs. Drabdump’s statement about the windows; the chimney was very narrow.  The cut looked as if done by a razor.  There was no instrument lying about the room.  He had known the deceased about a month.  He seemed a very earnest, simple-minded young fellow, who spoke a great deal about the brotherhood of man. (The hardened old man-hunter’s voice was not free from a tremor as he spoke jerkily of the dead man’s enthusiasms.) He should have thought the deceased the last man in the world to commit suicide.

Mr. DENZIL CANTERCOT was next called:  He was a poet. (Laughter.) He was on his way to Mr. Grodman’s house to tell him he had been unable to do some writing for him because he was suffering from writer’s cramp, when Mr. Grodman called to him from the window of No. 11 and asked him to run for the police.  No, he did not run; he was a philosopher. (Laughter.) He returned with them to the door, but did not go up.  He had no stomach for crude sensations. (Laughter.) The grey fog was sufficiently unbeautiful for him for one morning. (Laughter.)

Inspector HOWLETT said:  About 9.45 on the morning of Tuesday, 4th December, from information received, he went with Sergeant Runnymede and Dr. Robinson to 11 Glover Street, Bow, and there found the dead body of a young man, lying on his back with his throat cut.  The door of the room had been smashed in, and the lock and the bolt evidently forced.  The room was tidy.  There were no marks of blood on the floor.  A purse full of gold was on the dressing-table beside a big book.  A hip-bath, with cold water, stood beside the bed, over which was a hanging bookcase.  There was a large wardrobe against the wall next to the door.  The chimney was very narrow.  There were two windows, one bolted.  It was about eighteen feet to the pavement.  There was no way of climbing up.  No one could possibly have got out of the room, and then bolted the doors and windows behind him; and he had searched all parts of the room in which any one might have been concealed.  He had been unable to find any instrument in the room in spite of exhaustive search, there being not even a penknife in the pockets of the clothes of the deceased, which lay on a chair.  The house and the back yard, and the adjacent pavement, had also been fruitlessly searched.

Sergeant RUNNYMEDE made an identical statement, saving only that he had gone with Dr. Robinson and Inspector Howlett.

Dr. ROBINSON, divisional surgeon, said:  “The deceased was lying on his back, with his throat cut.  The body was not yet cold, the abdominal region being quite warm.  Rigor mortis had set in in the lower jaw, neck, and upper extremities.  The muscles contracted when beaten.  I inferred that life had been extinct some two or three hours, probably not longer, it might have been less.  The bed-clothes would keep the lower part warm for some time.