“Please forgive me coming up, Miss Pellissier, but you have not been down to dinner for three nights, and—Brendon and I—we were afraid that you might be unwell. Having secured this,—for he was almost famished,—he said that he had lost a hammer and wished to purchase one. On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and benevolence. CHAPTER I. It belonged to his father, and was worn by him on the night he was murdered. “Politics!” Ennison answered grimly. Listening on the dimlit landing, he saw Roding’s face muscles tighten.
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