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I know no more than you do." "Did you not know where he went on leaving Berwin Manor?" "Sakes! how should I? Mark and I didn't pull together nohow, so he kicked over the traces and made tracks for the back of beyond." "And you might square it, Lyddy, by saying as 'twasn't you who upset the apple cart." "Well, I should smile to think so," said Mrs. Vrain vigorously.
"Sakes alive!" cried Mrs. Vrain briskly. "Wasn't he murdered?" "The man called Berwin was murdered." "Well, sir," said the rosy-cheeked Clyne, with more sharpness than might have been expected from his peaceful aspect, "and ain't Berwin Vrain?" "It would seem so," replied Link coolly. "All your evidence goes to prove it, yet the assurance company may not be satisfied with the proof.
The young barrister noted that the napery, cutlery, and crystal were all of the finest; that the viands were choice; that champagne and claret were the beverages. Evidently Berwin was a luxurious gentleman and indulgent to his appetites.
"How do you mean, Miss Greeb?" "They don't go in by the front door, that's certain," continued the little woman darkly. "There's only one entrance to this square, sir, and Blinders, the policeman, is frequently on duty there. Two or three nights he's met Mr. Berwin coming in after dark and exchanged friendly greetings with him, and each time Mr. Berwin has been alone!" "Well! well!
"I have no wish to pry into your secrets," said Denzil, rising from the chair in which he had seated himself, "and in my turn I would remind you that I am here at your invitation." "Don't take offense at a hasty word," said Berwin nervously. "I am glad of your company, although I seem rather brusque. You must go over the house with me." "I see no necessity to do so."
"I think you must be mistaken," he said at length. "But, Mr. Denzil, you declared that you suspected her yourself!" "At one time, but not now," replied Lucian decisively, "because at the time of the murder Mrs. Vrain was keeping Christmas in Berwin Manor." "Like Nero fiddling when Rome was burning," retorted Diana sharply; "but you mistake my meaning. I do not say that Mrs.
Yet Diana hated her, and still hates her; but I ask any one who reads this confession if my dear Lyddy is not the better woman of the two? Who dares to say that such a sweet girl is guilty of the crimes she is charged with? "Well, the marriage took place, and we all journeyed home to Berwin Manor; but here things went from bad to worse.
This undefinable feeling of impending disaster communicating itself to Lucian, stimulated his curiosity to such a pitch that, with some feeling of shame for his weakness, he walked round the square on two several evenings in the hope of meeting Berwin. But on both occasions he was unsuccessful.
To him this extraordinary agitation was a proof of her guilt; and hardening his heart so as not to spare her one iota of her penalty a mercy she did not deserve he addressed her sternly: "I know that a stiletto purchased in Florence by your late husband hung on the library wall of Berwin Manor. I know that it is gone!"
It was that Tyler cat who made the trouble between us, and Mark was so weak and silly half crazy, I think, with his morphia and over-study that he cleared right out, and I never knew where he had gone to. When I saw that notice about the murdered man in Geneva Square, who called himself Berwin, and was marked on the cheek, I thought he might be my husband.
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