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Updated: June 8, 2025
Behind these came Pierre Le Masurier, the Sénéchal, and I can imagine how tight and grim his face would be set to a job which he did not like. For, though he was the magistrate of the Island, and held the law in his own hands, with the assistance of his two connétables, Elie Guille and Jean Vaudin, they were all just farmers like the rest.
They wanted to see the man who would have been killed for killing Tom, though he didn't do it, but for circumstances, and his own pluck and endurance. And when the Sénéchal beckoned to one of the circumstances, and put his hand on her slim shoulder, and said "We are going for him.
And night after night the Doctor and the Sénéchal lay in the heather of the headlands, guns in hand, waiting for something that never came, and then going stiffly home to one or other of their houses, to lubricate their joints and console their disappointment with hot punch and much tobacco. "I'm afraid it's no go," was the Doctor's grudging verdict at last, on the fourteenth blank night.
The Vicar was absolutely against the idea, but had no alternative to suggest. "It is simply playing with death," said he, "and no man has a right to do that." "It means a good deal for the Island if we can clear it up," said the Sénéchal. But, by degrees, they got to discussion of how it might be done, and from that to the actual doing was only a heroic step.
In the end, their venomous persistence must make an end of him. One man could not fight for ever against a whole community. And at that he chided himself. Not a whole community! For was not Nance on his side hoping and praying and working for him with all her might and main? And her mother, and Grannie, and the Vicar, and the Doctor, and the Sénéchal?
The Doctor straightens up from his brief examination, and says a word to the Sénéchal, and to the men about him. A rough stretcher is made out of a couple of oars and a sail, and the sombre procession passes through the gloomy old tunnel into the Creux Road, and wends its way up to the school-house for proper inquiry to be made as to how Tom Hamon came by his death.
"I'm not sure " began Tanquerel, in his slow drawling way. "You're only a witness, anyway, Philip," said Hamon. "I'm the oppressor, and if he comes again I'll give him some more of what he had last night. He may Haro till he's hoarse, for me. Till the Sénéchal bids me go, I stop here;" and Tanquerel shrugged his shoulders and went off down the slope to his pots.
M. le Sénéchal was, indeed, a man of substance, and had acquired some learning, and perhaps even a little knowledge of legal matters, but he trusted chiefly to his good common-sense in deciding the disputes which now and again sprang up among his neighbours.
"I believe you," said the Sénéchal. "And I," said the Doctor. "And I," said the Vicar gravely, and with much emotion. But from the spectators there rose a dissentient murmur which caused the Vicar to survey his unruly flock with mild amazement and disapproval much as the shepherd might if his sheep had suddenly shed their fleeces and become wolves.
Pull close up, Philip " "Not in my boat, John Drillot!" from Peter. "We must take this to the Sénéchal," said John angrily. "If you don't want to come you can wait here. If you don't make less noise, I will knock you on the head myself," and he jumped down into the boat, and took the dead man from Trevna, and laid him carefully in the bows.
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