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"There was, of course, a great deal of medical evidence to go through. Poor Lady Donaldson had been found with a silk scarf tied tightly round her neck, her face showing even to the inexperienced eye every symptom of strangulation. "Then Tremlett, Lady Donaldson's confidential maid, was called.

On a lower plane of experience and qualifications came neighbour James Comfort, of the Volunteers, a soldier by courtesy, but a blacksmith by rights; also William Tremlett and Anthony Cripplestraw, of the local forces. The two latter men of war were dressed merely as villagers, and looked upon the regulars from a humble position in the background.

Mind you, I don't assert for a moment that David Graham had any intention of murdering Lady Donaldson. Tremlett tells him that she seems strangely upset; he goes to her room and finds that she has discovered that she has been robbed.

So that a descent of one hundred and fifty thousand men might be expected any day as soon as Boney had brought his plans to bear. 'Lord ha' mercy upon us! said William Tremlett. 'The night-time is when they will try it, if they try it at all, said old Tullidge, in the tone of one whose watch at the beacon must, in the nature of things, have given him comprehensive views of the situation.

"I shall probably go to town to-morrow," she exclaimed, after smiling at his declaration. "Where are you in hiding just now?" "In Birmingham. A large town is safer than a village. I return by the six o'clock train, and go again into close concealment." "But you know people in Birmingham, don't you? We stayed there once with some people called Tremlett, I recollect." "Ah, yes," he laughed.

"At first he paid no attention to the depositions of the cashier and hall porter of the Castle Hotel, but gradually it seemed to strike him that curious statements were being made by these witnesses, and a frown of anxious wonder settled between his brows, whilst his young face lost some of its florid hue. "Mr. Tremlett, the cashier at the hotel, had been holding the attention of the court.

He had sent written orders that Tremlett should bring Pike, and leave him in his dressing-room beyond and all the while his mother had talked he had heard suppressed whines and scratchings.

I think it would have been better if I had brought Pike with me, only those rotten laws about getting the little chap back to England would have been hard. How is Moonlighter? And have they really looked after that strain, do you gather? Make Tremlett come down and report progress to you daily I told him to.

William Tremlett, who had not enjoyed a sound night's rest since the First Consul's menace had become known, pricked up his ears at sound of this subject, and inquired if anybody had seen the terrible flat-bottomed boats that the enemy were to cross in.