tinder from a little
bundle of burnt paper, but not so light as usual, seeming to be steeped in
something; and here is - is it the cinder of a small charred and broken log of
wood sprinkled with white ashes, or is it coal? O Horror, he IS here! and this
from which we run away, striking out the light and overturning one another into
the street, is all that represents him.
    Help, help, help! come into this house for Heaven's sake!
    Plenty will come in, but none can help. The Lord Chancellor of that Court,
true to his title in his last act, has died the death of all Lord Chancellors in
all Courts, and of all authorities in all places under all names soever, where
false pretences are made, and where injustice is done. Call the death by any
name Your Highness will, attribute it to whom you will, or say it might have
been prevented how you will, it is the same death eternally - inborn, inbred,
engendered in the corrupted humours of the vicious body itself, and that only -
Spontaneous Combustion, and none other of all the deaths that can be died.
 

                                 Chapter XXXIII

                                  Interlopers

Now do those two gentlemen not very neat about the cuffs and buttons who
attended the last Coroner's Inquest at the Sol's Arms, reappear in the precincts
with surprising swiftness (being, in fact, breathlessly fetched by the active
and intelligent beadle), and institute perquisitions through the court, and dive
into the Sol's parlour, and write with ravenous little pens on tissue-paper. Now
do they note down, in the watches of the night, how the neighbourhood of
Chancery Lane was yesterday, at about midnight, thrown into a state of the most
intense agitation and excitement by the following alarming and horrible
discovery. Now do they set forth how it will doubtless be remembered, that some
time back a painful sensation was created in the public mind, by a case of
mysterious death from opium occurring in the first floor of the house occupied
as a rag, bottle, and general marine store shop, by an eccentric individual of
intemperate habits, far advanced in life, named Krook; and how, by a remarkable
coincidence, Krook was examined at the Inquest, which it may be recollected was
held on that occasion at the Sol's Arms, a well-conducted tavern, immediately
adjoining the premises in question, on the west side, and licensed to a highly
respectable landlord, Mr. James George Bogsby. Now do they show (in as many
words