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Yet no sooner did these recur than they were succeeded by that of Mrs. Loring's eager and passionate kissing of Brereton, and each time this served to bring Janice back into a half-awake condition.
Brereton no offence, sir, oh, none whatever! that you put some no doubt necessary questions to Miss Pett at the court this morning which had the effect of prejudicing her in the eyes or shall we say ears? of those who were present.
"He went to see Sir Henry, and had so cold a reception that he thinks 't is certain he is to lose his place, let alone the report that General Clinton was heard to say Sir William's friends were to be got rid of. What can we do?" "But Char Brereton assured me he had spoked the fellow's wheel by securing the aid of "
For an instant Brereton hesitated, then bent his head; and the woman, with a cry of joy, threw her arms about his neck, and kissed him not once, but five or six times, and would have continued but for his removing her hands and stepping backward. "Come, sir,", said Loring, irritably, "if the whole army is not to have wind of this, follow me.
Cut clean, too just like the bit up yonder!" Brereton pressed forward and looked narrowly at what the man was indicating. There was no doubt that a length of cord had been freshly cut off the coil, and cut, too, with an unusually sharp, keen-bladed knife; the edges of the severance were clean and distinct, the separated strands were fresh and unsoiled.
Bent! whoever killed that poor old fellow was a man of great strength and of knowledge! Knowledge, mind you! he knew the trick. You haven't any doubtful character in Highmarket who has ever lived in India, have you?" "India! Why India?" asked Bent. "Because I should say that the man who did that job has learned some of the Indian tricks with cords and knots," answered Brereton.
The doctor and the sergeant came into the living-room, the doctor carrying something in his hand which he laid down on the centre table in full view of all of them. And Brereton saw then that he had removed from the dead man's neck the length of grey cord with which he had been strangled.
"How so?" demanded Brereton, taking his position before the fire. "You see, man," explained the presbyter, "it occurred to me that, on so wet a night, 't would be almost impossible for the troops to keep their cartridges dry, since scarce a one in ten has a proper cartouch-box; so I set to making some new ones, and, having no paper, I'm e'en using the leaves of my own copy of Watts' Hymns."
No we've found nothing. But I suppose you've heard of the find at Harborough's cottage?" "No!" exclaimed Brereton, startled out of his habitual composure. "What find?" "Some of our people made a search there as soon as the police-court proceedings were over," replied the detective. "It was the first chance they'd had of doing anything systematically.
And walking up and down Bent's smoking-room, and thinking the whole thing through and through, he half made up his mind to tell Bent all about it when he returned. Brereton presently put on hat and coat and left the house. It was then half-past seven; a sharp, frosty November evening, with an almost full moon rising in a clear, star-sprinkled sky.
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