enduring the great shock of meeting people in shops or in the
streets, whom she knew to be reporters or photographers. In fact,
the catastrophe had taken a strong hold on the public mind; and
'Murder of an Uncle by his Nephew,' 'The Blewer Tragedy,' figured
everywhere in the largest type; newsboys on the railway shouted, 'To-
day's paper-account of inquest;' and the illustrated press sent down
artists, whose three-legged cameras stared in all directions, from
the Vintry Mill to Bankside, and who aimed at the school, the
Minster, the volunteers, and Dr. Hoxton himself. Tom advised Ethel
to guard Mab carefully from appearing stuffed in the chamber of
horrors at Madame Tussaud's; and the furniture at the mill would have
commanded any price. Nay, Mrs. Pugh was almost certain she had seen
one of the 'horrid men' bargaining with the local photographer for
her own portrait, in her weeds, and was resolved the interesting
injury should never be forgiven!

She really had the 'trying scenes' of two interviews with both Mr.
Bramshaw and the attorney from Whitford who was getting up the
prosecution, each having been told that she was in possession of
important intelligence. Mr. Bramshaw was not sanguine as to what he
might obtain from her, but flattered her with the attempt, and ended
by assuring her, like his opponent, that there was no need to expose
her to the unpleasantness of appearing in court.

Aubrey was not to have the same relief, but was, like his father,
subpoenaed as a witness for the prosecution. He had followed his
father's advice, and took care not to disclose his evidence to the
enemy, as he regarded the Whitford lawyer. He was very miserable,
and it was as much for his sake as that of the immediate family, that
Ethel rejoiced that the suspense was to be short. Counsel of high