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And immediately, at a pace of surprising swiftness, the hansom drove off through the rain into a maze of villas. One villa was so like another, each with its front garden, and there was so little to distinguish the deserted lamp-lit streets and crescents through which the flying hansom took its way, that Brackenbury soon lost all idea of direction.
"Oh, no," replied the cabman. "Mr. Morris is the person of the house." "It is not a common way of collecting guests," said Brackenbury: "but an eccentric man might very well indulge the whim without any intention to offend. And suppose that I refuse Mr. Morris's invitation," he went on, "what then?"
To Dighton was granted the office of bailiff of Ayton in Staffordshire. Forest died soon after, and it appears he was keeper of the wardrobe at Barnard castle, but whether appointed before or after the murder there is no evidence to show. Brackenbury received several important grants, some of which were of lands of the late Lord Rivers.
You may be pleased, I suppose, to have found two, and two who will not fail you at a push. As for the pair who ran away, I count them among the most pitiful hounds I ever met with. Lieutenant Rich," he added, addressing Brackenbury, "I have heard much of you of late; and I cannot doubt but you have also heard of me. I am Major O'Rooke."
And Jo Brackenbury, the dandiest rip, the noisiest pal that ever said 'Here's how! went out to heaven on a tearing sea." "Jo Brackenbury " Roscoe repeated musingly. His head was turned away from us. Roscoe's face looked haggard as it now turned towards us. "If you will meet me," he said to the stranger, "to-morrow morning, in Mr.
First, the guests, who were no real guests, after all, had been dismissed; and now the servants, who could hardly be genuine servants, were actively dispersing. "Was the whole establishment a sham?" he asked himself. "The mushroom of a single night which should disappear before morning?" Watching a favourable opportunity, Brackenbury dashed upstairs to the higher regions of the house.
Through the continuous noise of the rain, the steps and voices of two men became audible from the other side of the wall; and, as they drew nearer, Brackenbury, whose sense of hearing was remarkably acute, could even distinguish some fragments of their talk. "Is the grave dug?" asked one. "It is," replied the other; "behind the laurel hedge.
Here a grave butler inquired his name, and announcing "Lieutenant Brackenbury Rich," ushered him into the drawing-room of the house. A young man, slender and singularly handsome, came forward and greeted him with an air at once courtly and affectionate.
He sent for Robert Brackenbury, the keeper of the Tower, and told him plainly that if he would murder the little princes he should be well paid. Brackenbury was a brave man, and he refused boldly, saying he could not do such a wicked thing for all the money in the world.
There was a leap, a stifled cry, an instantaneous struggle; and before Colonel Geraldine could spring to his aid, the Prince held the man disarmed and helpless, by the shoulders "Dr. Noel," he said, "you will be so good as to re-light the lamp." And relinquishing the charge of his prisoner to Geraldine and Brackenbury, he crossed the room and set his back against the chimney-piece.
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