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"If there is blood on that stone it is mine also" at which a growling laugh of derision went round the spectators. Gard flushed at this unmistakable sign of hostility. The Sénéchal threatened to turn them all out if anything of the kind happened again, and Gard proceeded to recount in minutest detail the happenings of the previous night so far as they concerned himself and Tom Hamon.
We'll all come and dance at the wedding" and so on. But the Sénéchal patted her on the shoulder and asked "And where is your brother? He should come, too. I hear you have both been in this matter." "Ah, monsieur!" she said, with brimming eyes and a pathetic little lift and fall of the hand, which expressed far more than she could put into words. "We fear ... we fear he is drowned.
"Le velas!" said Thomas Carré, and handed the lantern to the Sénéchal, and let himself heavily over the side, and groped his way down to the motionless form among the bramble bushes. "Pardie, he is dead, I do think!" as he bent over it. "Let's see!" said the Doctor's quick voice at his elbow. "Hand down the light;" and the Sénéchal waited above in grievous anxiety.
"The Doctor says his head was staved in with the blows of some round blunt thing like a mallet," said the Sénéchal to the gaping crowd, "and we must hold a proper inquiry. Any of you who saw Tom Hamon last night will be here at two o'clock to tell us all you know.
These researches were skilfully directed by Mr Deville. Let us now enter the chapel of the Virgin, and admire the treasure which it contains. To the left on entering, is a monument of stone, without inscription or statue. It is that of Peter de Brezé, count of Maulevrier, grand senechal of Anjou, Poitou and Normandy. He was killed at the battle of Montlhery, the 16th july 1465.
But that it was undoubtedly Peter's face and body, those who had come after Tom the last time might have thought they were going through their previous experience over again. It was all so like. They all stood round in a dark, silent group while the Doctor carefully examined the body, and the Sénéchal looked on with stern and troubled face.
All the same, they cheered vigorously as the boat came speeding back, and they saw Gard sitting between Nance and the Sénéchal, and crowded round as it ran up the shingle, and would have lifted him out and carried him shoulder-high through the tunnel and up the road, if he would have had it.
The Doctor and the Sénéchal, flat in the heather, saw the lantern issue from the Sark cutting and come joggling towards them. They heard a snort of surprise behind them, but gave it no special heed. The Sénéchal grinned briefly at remembrance of his fright when the beast snuffled down his neck that other night. Then, this is what happened.
If he chooses, as he probably will, to tell you to go also, you'll have to go." "Demn'd if I will!" "He'll see to that. He'll put the Sénéchal and the Greffier and the Prévôt and the two constables and the Vingténier on to you, and bundle you out like a sack of potatoes." "Oh, come, Graeme! This is the twentieth century!" "That's another of your little mistakes, my friend.
It is impossible for me to say for certain with what kind of weapon they were made, but it was probably something round and blunt." "Now," said the Sénéchal, when the Doctor had finished, and the hum and the growl which followed had died down again, "will any of you who know anything about this matter come forward and tell us all you know?"
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