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Also, as Lucian joyfully reflected, her invitation to Berwin Manor showed that, far from wishing to lose sight of him, she desired to draw him into yet closer intimacy.
I locked the door before I went out, and I have been absent at least two hours." "Then I must be mad, or dreaming!" retorted Lucian, with heat. "We can soon prove if you are either of the two, sir. Come with me and examine the house for yourself." "Pardon me," said Denzil, drawing back, "it is none of my business. But I warn you, Mr. Berwin, that others are more curious than I am.
Medical aid was called in at the same time as the police were summoned; and the evidence of the doctor who examined the body went to prove that Berwin had been dead at least ten hours; therefore, he must have been assassinated between the hours of eleven and twelve of the previous night.
I am very last one livin'. I had two half-brudders, dey were slaves too, John and Berwin. Berwin wuz drowned in W. Va. He wuz bound out to Hamsburger and drowned just after he got free. Dey did not sold infant slaves. Den dey bound out by de court. John got free and went to Liberia and died after he got there. He wuz my oldest brudder. I wuz bound out by de court to Marse Barley and Miss Sally.
"The curtains," retorted Berwin, stripping off his coat, "were drawn by me before I went out." Lucian said nothing, but shook his head doubtfully. Evidently Berwin was trying, for his own ends, to talk him into a belief that his eyes had deceived him; but Denzil was too clear-headed a young man to be so gulled.
"Do you know anything about No. 13?" asked Lucian, stirring his tea. "Do I know anything about No. 13?" repeated Miss Greeb in shrill amazement. "Of course I do, Mr. Denzil. There ain't a thing I don't know about that house. Ghosts and vampires and crawling spectres live in it that they do." "Do you call Mr. Berwin a ghost?" "No; nor nothing half so respectable.
What of that?" said Denzil impatiently. "This much, Mr. Denzil, that Blinders has gone round the square, after seeing Mr. Berwin, and has seen shadows two or three of them on the sitting-room blind. Now, sir," cried Miss Greeb, clinching her argument, "if Mr. Berwin came into the square alone, how did his visitors get in?" "Perhaps by the back," conjectured Lucian.
Kebby as he was to the square, in spite of her superior opportunities of learning the truth. On Christmas Eve the old woman brought in a cold supper for Berwin, as usual, making several journeys to and fro between hotel and house for that purpose. She laid the table, made up the fire, and before taking her leave asked Mr. Berwin if he wanted anything else.
How much more nearly, then, would it touch the shaken and excited nerves of the tragic drunkard who dwelt continually amid its terrors! Berwin opened a door on the right-hand side of the hall and turned up the light of a handsome oil-lamp which had been screwed down pending his arrival. This lamp was placed on a small square table covered with a white cloth and a dainty cold supper.
But the face of the dead man was as I thought Mark's, and he called himself Berwin, which, you know, Diana, is the name of the Manor, and the scar was on the cheek. I know now it was all contrived by Ercole; but then I was quite ignorant." "When did you find out the truth?" "After that cloak business.
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