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Brereton, watching the faces of the jurymen, all tradesmen of the town, serious and anxious, saw the effect which Cotherstone's evidence and the further admissions of the two sweethearts was having. And neither he nor Tallington and certainly not Mr.
In seeking to injure his Excellency, he has but compassed his own discrediting, and the cabal against my general in Congress will break down for very lack of a possible successor. We did more than beat the English at Monmouth." The tale served to bring the trio to the City tavern, where Brereton led the way at once to a room on the second floor, and deposited the two trunks.
Sir William Brereton, a gentleman of the king's household, was sent suddenly to the Tower; and on the Sunday after, Mark Smeton, of whom we know only that he was a musician high in favour at the court, apparently a spoilt favourite of royal bounty. The day following was the 1st of May.
The following year the Halidons reappeared in New York, and I heard with surprise that they had taken the Brereton house for the winter. "Well, why not?" I argued with myself. "After all, the money is hers: as far as I know the will didn't even hint at a restriction. "Yes," cried the devil's advocate "but Ned?" My first impression of Halidon was that he had thickened thickened all through.
"You're convinced of all this?" he demanded suddenly. "Both of you? It's your conviction?" "It's mine," answered Tallington quietly. "I'd give a good deal for your sake, Bent, if it were not mine," said Brereton. "But it is mine. I'm sure!" Bent jumped from his chair. "Which of them is it, then?" he exclaimed. "Gad! you don't mean to say that Cotherstone is a murderer!
No other course none!" "Bent first?" asked Brereton. "Certainly! Bent first, by all means. It's due to him. Besides," said Tallington, with a grim smile, "it would be decidedly unpleasant for Cotherstone to compel him to tell Bent, or for us to tell Bent in Cotherstone's presence. And we'd better get to work at once, Brereton! Otherwise this will get out in another way."
And Brereton, after an unimportant word or two, went away too, certain by that time that the death of Stoner had some sinister connexion with the murder of Kitely. Brereton went back to his friend's house more puzzled than ever by the similarity of the entries in Kitely's memoranda and in Stoner's pocket-book.
And he had just written the last word when the superintendent came back into the room with a man who was in railway uniform. "Come in here," the superintendent was saying. "You can tell me what it is before this gentleman. Some news from High Gill junction, Mr. Brereton," he went on, "something about Stoner. Well, my lad, what is it?"
"Thou canst not fright me with threat of hell-fire damnation on such a night as this, Sam," retorted Brereton. "Gentlemen," interposed Washington, drily, "let me call your attention to the General Order of last August, relative to profane language." "Can your Excellency suggest any more moderate terms to apply to such a night?" asked Brereton, with a laugh.
Accordingly, on the morning of the 17th of October, Sir William Brereton, with five hundred men, sailed into the mouth of the Liffey; and running up the river, instead of an enemy drawn up to oppose his landing, he found the mayor and corporation waiting at the quay, with drums, and flags, and trumpets to welcome him as a deliverer.
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