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This winter the famous Pym died; a man as much hated by one party as respected by the other. Sir Thomas Fairfax, alarmed at so considerable a progress of the royalists, assembled an army of four thousand men in Yorkshire, and having joined Sir William Brereton, was approaching to the camp of the enemy.
It is worth about one hundred and fifty pounds per annum. And to cut matters short he has left it absolutely to Miss Pett. I myself, Mr. Brereton, am sole executor. If you desire to see the will, sir, you, or Mr. Bent, or the superintendent, are at liberty to inspect it." Brereton waved the proffered document aside and got up from his chair. "No, thank you, Mr. Pett," he said.
Brereton said you know Mrs. Brereton, who has so many children, and never can keep a governess long that her new governess, who happens to be Miss Susan Bennett, whom, you may remember, I once got for Letitia told her a long story about Mrs. Grey and Sir Edwin Uniacke how he was an old acquaintance of hers before she was married." "Of Christian's? She never said so.
Brereton sat thinking all these things over until he had finished his cigar; he then left Bent's house and strolled up into the woods of the Shawl. He wanted to have a quiet look round the scene of the murder. He had not been up there since the previous evening; it now occurred to him that it would be well to see how the place looked by daylight.
I think, however, that Miss Pett won't be exactly surprised." "Oh, I daresay my aunt has a pretty good idea, Mr. Brereton," agreed Pett, who having offered the will to both Bent and the superintendent, only to meet with a polite refusal from each, now put it back in his bag. "We all of us have some little idea which quarter the wind's in, you know, sir, in these cases.
Later in the evening, the latter sat down by the table in the sitting room and took up his copy of the Brereton Intelligencer, which had arrived that afternoon. He always spent his Thursday evenings in this manner, unless something unusual interfered, the local news and selected miscellany affording enough intellectual food to last him until retiring time.
But Brereton had travelled down from London on purpose to ask her to leave it. He had come at last on a sudden impulse, unknown to any one, and therefore unexpected.
"Oh, dadda," murmured Janice, suddenly paling, "'t is Colonel Brereton they have captured!" "Nonsense, Jan! 't is impossible to know any man, so covered." The girl attempted no reassertion, and as the three officers marched up to the headquarters, the two hastily rose from the steps. "Ha!" exclaimed one of the British officers.
On learning the child's history, he turned out to know Sir Harry Blythedale, but not to have heard of him since they had parted at Newark, he to guard the king to Oxford, Sir Harry to join Lord Astley, and he much feared that the old knight had been killed at Stowe, in the fight between Astley and Brereton.
And I have seen a man about now and then months between, as a rule that I couldn't account for and I believe it's this fellow that was with Harborough." "And you say they went away in the direction of Hexendale?" said Brereton. "Where is Hexendale?" The old woman pointed westward. "Inland," she answered. "Over yonder. Miss there knows Hexendale well enough."
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