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"It was through that fiend's having killed Hallijohn; that was what brought the ban upon me." "It's a most extraordinary thing, if anybody else did kill him, that the facts can't be brought to light," retorted Miss Carlyle. "Here you tell a cock-and-bull story of some man's having done it, some Thorn; but nobody ever saw or heard of him, at the time or since. It looks like a made-up story, Mr.
She is just going." "Send her here when you have taken away those things." Joyce came in the upper servant at Miss Carlyle's. She was of middle height, and would never see five and thirty again; her forehead was broad, her gray eyes were deeply set, and her face was pale. Altogether she was plain, but sensible-looking. She was the half-sister of Afy Hallijohn. "Shut the door, Joyce."
Afy Hallijohn was recalled, and questioned as to Richard's presence at her father's house that night. It tallied with the account given by Richard; but it had to be drawn from her. "Why did you decline to receive Richard Hare into the cottage, after appointing him to come?" "Because I chose," returned Afy. "Tell the jury why you chose."
How is the baby, sir, and Mrs. Carlyle?" "All well. Good day, Afy." Spacious courts were the assize courts of Lynneborough; and it was well they were so, otherwise more people had been disappointed, and numbers were, of hearing the noted trial of Sir Francis Levison for the murder of George Hallijohn. The circumstances attending the case caused it to bear for the public an unparalleled interest.
"Miss Hallijohn; Miss Joyce Hallijohn," somewhat sharply repeated the lady, as if impatient of any delay. "I wish to see her." The man was rather taken aback. He had deemed it a visitor to the house, and was prepared to usher her to the drawing-room, at least; but it seemed it was only a visitor to Joyce.
He went to the cottage door, and was about to enter, when Afy Hallijohn came hastily out of it, pulling the door to behind her, and holding it in her hand, as if afraid he would go in. Some colloquy ensued, but I was too far off to hear it; and then she took the gun from him and went indoors.
Another policeman, in the summary manner exercised towards Sir Francis, had clapped a pair of handcuffs upon him. "Mr. Otway Bethel, I arrest you as an accomplice in the murder of George Hallijohn." You may be sure that the whole assembly was arrested, too figuratively and stood with eager gaze and open ears. Colonel Bethel, quitting the scarlet-and-purple, flashed into those of the yellows.
I wondered what was up that he should look so scared, and scutter away as though the deuce was after him; I wondered whether he had quarreled with Afy. I ran to the house, leaped up the two steps, and Carlyle I fell over the prostrate body of Hallijohn! He was lying just within, on the kitchen floor, dead. Blood was round about him, and my gun, just discharged, was thrown near.
She could only dispose herself to listen; but she wondered what Francis Levison had to do with Richard Hare. "In the days long gone by, when I was little more than a child, Richard took to going after Afy Hallijohn. You have seen the cottage in the wood; she lived there with her father and Joyce. It was very foolish for him; but young men will be foolish.
"Why it's no more that than What Thorn?" he broke off abruptly. "You are equivocating, Bethel. The Thorn who is mixed up or said to be in the Hallijohn affair. Is this the same man?" "You are a fool, Carlyle, which is what I never took you to be yet," was Mr. Bethel's rejoinder, spoken in a savage tone.
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