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Updated: June 12, 2025


It was barely half-past nine now, and the Italian manservant said he had last seen his master alive at seven o'clock. "He dined early to-night?" I said. "Yes, at six. He was going to the House afterwards. It was important, I heard him say so to his guests." "And you went out at seven?" "About seven. It is my custom to go for a walk after serving my master," was the answer.

"I happen to know that it was Howell who prepared the old man's will. It is in his handwriting, and his manservant, Cooke, is one of the witnesses." "What? You know about that will, Lisette? Tell me everything." "Howell himself let it out to me. They were careful that you should not know.

You wouldn't flatter her by guessing her to be anything else. I dare say she would consider the average British aristocrat a little shoddy and loud." "So they are when they come over here. But what on earth is her type doing out here, buried with a one-eyed, half-breed manservant?" "And a concert grand piano. Don't forget that. She tunes it herself, too. Did you notice the tools?

They run beside you holding your umbrella with one hand, and with the other arm holding you on if you are timid. Staid, dignified women who teach Sunday-school classes at home, who would not permit a white manservant to touch them, lean on their donkey-boys as if they were human balustrades. My first donkey-boy was an enchanting rascal. He looked like a handsome bronze statue.

"Going to bring his pretty chickens and their dam?" asked the cousin, parting his coat-skirts to the genial influence of the fire. "No; it's a short visit. They're going into the Virginia mountains for the summer." A manservant came in and said something in a low voice. "Heigh? What? Why, of course! Certainly! By all means! Show him in!

On that account he looks upon me, not merely as Latitudinarian, but as a perfect Atheist, and a faithful old manservant of ours, who is much attached to me, and who accidentally saw my father's will, told me in confidence that he had left all his property to the Jesuits. I think this is highly suspicious, and I fear that the priests have been maligning me to my father.

For some time before the death of the epicier there had been hanging about the establishment a Greek called Kostolo. He was a manservant out of employ, and not, even on the surface, quite the sort of fellow that a respectable couple like the Boursiers might be expected to accept as a family friend. But such, no less, had been the Greek's position with the household.

Had the necessities of instant flight only allowed him time enough to snatch his coat and cap out of the hall? And had the treacherous manservant seen him as he was making his escape to the post-chaise? The cook's conclusions answered all these questions in the affirmative and, if Captain Bervie's words of warning had been correctly reported, the cook's conclusion for once was not to be despised.

Having got all these close around her, he rang the bell with an alarum-peal, but had to ring three times, for service in that house was deadened by frequent fury of summons. Two of the maids there was no manservant in the house now laid their mistress on a mattress, and carried her to her room.

"On the other hand, what more feasible than that the old manservant, watching her place it there, abstracted the bulk of the money a large sum, no doubt and afterwards, in order to conceal his crime, shot his mistress in such circumstances as to place the onus of the crime upon her midnight visitor?" "That the affair was very cleverly planned there is no doubt," said The Sparrow.

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