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It grew necessary to concoct a story to appease Mrs. Peytral, who had been taken back to her bedroom. Bowmore spent the whole night in fruitless search and inquiry, and then, with the morning, came the terrible news of the discovery in the burnt barn; and late in the afternoon Bowmore was arrested.
She had experienced the same feeling, curiously enough, on other occasions, Miss Peytral remarked, when her husband had been unwell or in difficulties, even at some considerable distance. This time the feeling was so strong that she begged Bowmore to hurry after Mr. Peytral and accompany him in his walk.
"Arthur Bervie is madly in love madly is really the word with a Miss Bowmore. A sweet girl; I've often had her on my knee when she was a child. Her father and mother are old friends of mine. She is coming to the ball to-night. That's the true reason why Arthur left you just now. Look at him waiting to be the first to speak to her.
Throughout the journey, Percy did exactly what Bervie had once entreated him to do he kept Mr. Bowmore at a distance. At every stage, they inquired after the fugitives. At every stage, they were answered by a more or less intelligible description of Bervie and Charlotte, and of the lady who accompanied them.
They ran across the front garden, and through the gate and were out of sight in less than a minute. More than two hours passed; the sun sank below the horizon, and still there were no signs of Charlotte's return. Feeling seriously uneasy, Mrs. Bowmore crossed the room to ring the bell, and send the man-servant to Justice Bervie's house to hasten her daughter's return.
Who is the dead man, and where is Peytral, and why has he gone? Don't you see the possibilities of the case now?" Light broke upon me suddenly. I saw what Hewitt meant. Here was a possible explanation of the whole thing Peytral's recent change of temper, his evening prowlings, his driving away of Bowmore, and lastly, of his disappearance his flight, as it now seemed probable it was.
Bowmore and his friends, and to report the result to his superiors. It may not be amiss to add that the employment of paid spies and informers, by the English Government of that time, was openly acknowledged in the House of Lords, and was defended as a necessary measure in the speeches of Lord Redesdale and Lord Liverpool.*
In the church-yard of Killarrow, near Bowmore, there was a prostrate column, rudely sculptured; and, among others, two grave-stones, one with the figure of a warrior, habited in a sort of tunic reaching to the knees, and a conical head-dress. His hand holds a sword, and by his side is a dirk.
Bowmore to the window, and pointed to a carriage and four horses waiting at the garden-gate. "Do you come with me, and back me with your authority as her father?" he asked, sternly. "Or do you leave me to go alone?" Mr. Bowmore was famous among his admirers for his "happy replies." He made one now. "I am not Brutus," he said. "I am only Bowmore. My daughter before everything.
Bowmore he came down in the afternoon went strolling off after him. It seems they went down toward the Penn's Meadow barn, Mr. Peytral first, and Mr. Bowmore catching him up from behind. A man saw them a gamekeeper. He was lyin' quiet in a little wood just the other side of Penn's Meadow, an' they didn't see him as they came along together.
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