"I looked in here," he observes, "just before you, with the intention of giving this deceased man, whom I never saw alive, some employment at his trade of copying. I had heard of him from my stationer--Snagsby of Cook's Court. Since no one here knows anything about him, it might be as well to send for Snagsby. Ah!" to the little crazy woman, who has often seen him in court, and whom he has often seen, and who proposes, in frightened dumb-show, to go for the law-stationer. "Suppose you do!"
While she is gone, the surgeon abandons his hopeless investigation and covers its subject with the patchwork counterpane. Mr. Krook and he interchange a word or two. Mr. Tulkinghorn says nothing, but stands, ever, near the old portmanteau.

"I looked in here," he observes, "just before you, with the intention of giving this deceased man some employment at his trade of copying. I had heard of him from my stationer - Snagsby of Cook's Court. Since no one here knows anything about him, it might be as well to send for Snagsby. Ah!" to the little crazy woman, who has often seen him in court. "Suppose you go for him!"
While she is gone, the surgeon covers the body with the patchwork counterpane. Mr. Krook and he exchange a word or two. Mr. Tulkinghorn says nothing, but stands near the old portmanteau.
