Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 22, 2025
Victor Peytral is not dead after all?" "Not dead?" I gasped; "but but he is! We know " "It seems to me," Hewitt pursued, with his eyes still fixed on mine, "that we know very little indeed of this affair, as yet. The body was unrecognisable, or very near it. You remember what the coachman said? 'If it wasn't for Mr.
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.
Victor Peytral, I believe?" said Martin Hewitt. "Yes, sir," answered the dark gentleman snappishly, "but I don't know you!" "There has been a deal of trouble here, Mr. Peytral, over your absence from home, as no doubt you have become aware; and I was telegraphed for by your daughter. My name is Hewitt Martin Hewitt." Peytral's face changed instantly. "I know your name well, Mr. Hewitt," he said.
Victor Peytral hailed me and climbed on the step of the cab. "I was just going to see if Mr. Hewitt was at the place," he said, "and if so to ask him for news. But I am rather in a hurry, and perhaps you can tell me?"
So I'm with you, Plummer, if you'll allow it; and you can make your official application for a special retainer or not, just as you please." Plummer was plainly delighted. "Most certainly I will," he said. "Shall I give you the heads of the case, or will you come to the Admiralty and see for yourself?" "Both, I think," said Hewitt. "But first I will send a telegram to Peytral.
There is more in that death in the barn than the police will ever guess." Peytral was haggard and drawn, for, as he had let slip already, he had scarce slept an hour since leaving home on Thursday. "I am tired," he said, "and worn out, but that is not a novelty with me; and I'm not sure but we may be of use to each other. Did my daughter tell you why she sent Mr.
Bowmore had no friends nearer than Canada, and he was reading for the Bar in a very desultory way, as I gathered. Miss Peytral's childhood had been passed in the West Indies, at the town of San Domingo, in fact, where her father had been a merchant. Her mother had been a helpless invalid ever since Miss Peytral could remember.
Also he read the daily papers with much care and eagerness. It was plain that Miss Peytral had no idea of any cause which might have led to a quarrel between Bowmore and her father, and Hewitt's most cunning questions failed to elicit the smallest suggestion of reason for such an occurrence. Ten days or so ago, Mr.
Brett who was with you, and the matter needs hurry. You've heard no more of that fellow Myatt, Hunt, Mayes, whatever his name is last since the barn murder, of course? Has Peytral given you the tip he half promised?" Hewitt shook his head again. "Brett has this moment come to ask the same question," he said. "I have heard nothing." "I must have it," said Plummer, emphatically.
I could see that he feared the hysterical breakdown that might come at any moment after the lengthened suspense Miss Peytral had suffered. "Listen, now you mustn't frighten yourself too much. If Mr. Bowmore is innocent and you say you are so certain of it then I've no doubt of finding a way to prove it if only you'll make your best effort to help me, and keep your wits about you.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking