Henry Dunbar: A NovelBraddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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Henry Dunbar: A Novel
Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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"This is too absurd," he said; "but I am quite ready to go with you. Be
good enough to telegraph to my daughter, Mr. Lovell," he added, turning
to the young man; "tell her that circumstances over which I have no
control will detain me in Winchester for a week. Take care not to alarm
her."
Everybody about the station had collected on the platform, and made a
circle about Mr. Dunbar. They stood a little aloof from him, looking at
him with respectful interest: altogether different from the eager
clamorous curiosity with which they would have regarded any ordinary
man suspected of the same crime.
He was suspected; but he could not be guilty. Why should a millionaire
commit a murder? The motives that might influence other men could have
had no weight with him.
The bystanders repeated this to one another, as they followed Mr.
Dunbar and his custodian from the station, loudly indignant against the
minions of the law.
Mr. Dunbar, the constable, and Mr. Balderby drove straight to the
magistrate's house.
The junior partner offered any amount of bail for his chief; but the
Anglo-Indian motioned him to silence, with a haughty gesture.
"I thank you, Mr. Balderby," he said, proudly; "but I will not accept
my liberty on sufferance. Sir Arden Westhorpe has chosen to arrest me,
and I shall abide the issue of that arrest."
It was in vain that the junior partner protested against this. Henry
Dunbar was inflexible.
"I hope, and I venture to believe, that you are as innocent as I am
myself of this horrible crime, Mr. Dunbar," the baronet said, kindly;
"and I sympathize with you in this very terrible position. But upon the
information laid before me, I consider it my duty to detain you until
the matter shall have been further investigated. You were the last
person seen with the deceased."
"And for that reason it is supposed that I strangled my old servant for
the sake of his clothes," cried Mr. Dunbar, bitterly. "I am a stranger
in England; but if that is your English law, I am not sorry that the
best part of my life has been passed in India. However, I am perfectly
willing to submit to any examination that may be considered necessary
to the furtherance of justice."
So, upon the second night of his arrival in England, Henry Dunbar,
chief of the wealthy house of Dunbar, Dunbar, and Balderby, slept in
Winchester gaol.
CHAPTER XIII.
THE PRISONER IS REMANDED.
Mr. Dunbar was brought before Sir Arden Westhorpe, at ten o'clock, on
the morning after his arrest. The witnesses who had given evidence at
the inquest were again summoned, and—with the exception of the verger,
and Mr. Dunbar, who was now a prisoner—gave the same evidence, or
evidence to the same effect.
Arthur Lovell again watched the proceedings in the interest of Laura's
father, and cross-examined some of the witnesses.
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