10 The Insanity of Swithin CushGiles and Judge Lobbett walked one on either side of Dr Wheeler out of the long room at the thatched Dog and Pheasant, and down the flint road towards the green and the Dower House.
It was still early. The inquest had taken scarcely half an hour and the village was still discussing the affair in the taproom.
The morning was very sunny, although it was cold for late May and the last of the May-blossom trembled in a chill wind.
Dr Wheeler talked volubly. He found Judge Lobbett the best of audiences. The American had the great gift of being interested in everything with which he came into contact, and the doctor was only too anxious to give his opinions.
‘A significant case,’ he was saying. ‘I don’t like parsons as a rule. Too narrow. But Swithin Cush was an
