Pelham — CompleteLytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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Pelham — Complete
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
Adventure stories; English fiction -- 19th century; Great Britain -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
We carried the corpse to Dawson’s house. The poor wife was in fits. We
heard her scream as we laid the body upon a table in the parlour.
“What more can be done?” said Lord Chester.
“Nothing,” was the general answer. No excitation makes the English
people insensible to the chance of catching cold!
“Let us go home, then, and send to the nearest magistrate,” exclaimed
our host: and this proposal required no repetition.
On our way, Chester said to me, “That fellow Dawson looked devilish
uneasy--don’t you still suspect him and his friend?”
“I do not!” answered I, emphatically.
VOLUME VI.
CHAPTER LXVI.
And now I’m the world alone, ............ But why for others should I
groan, When none will sigh for me?--Byron.
The whole country was in confusion at the news of the murder. All the
myrmidons of justice were employed in the most active research for the
murderers. Some few persons were taken up on suspicion, but were as
instantly discharged. Thornton and Dawson underwent a long and rigorous
examination; but no single tittle of evidence against them appeared:
they were consequently dismissed. The only suspicious circumstance
against them, was their delay on the road; but the cause given, the same
as Thornton had at first assigned to me, was probable and natural. The
shed was indicated, and, as if to confirm Thornton’s account, a glove
belonging to that person was found there. To crown all, my own evidence,
in which I was constrained to mention the circumstance of the muffled
horseman having passed me on the road, and being found by me on the spot
itself, threw the whole weight of suspicion upon that man, whoever he
might be.
All attempts, however, to discover him were in vain. It was ascertained
that a man, muffled in a cloak, was seen at Newmarket, but not
remarkably observed; it was also discovered, that a person so habited
had put up a grey horse to bait in one of the inns at Newmarket; but in
the throng of strangers, neither the horse nor its owner had drawn down
any particular remark.
On further inquiry, testimony differed; four or five men, in cloaks, had
left their horses at the stables; one ostler changed the colour of the
steed to brown, a second to black, a third deposed that the gentleman
was remarkably tall, and the waite swore solemnly he had given a glass
of brandy and water to an unked looking gentleman, in a cloak, who was
remarkably short. In fine, no material point could be proved, and though
the officers were still employed in active search, they could trace
nothing that promised a speedy discovery.
As for myself, as soon as I decently could, I left Chester Park, with
a most satisfactory dispatch in my pocket, from its possessor to Lord
Dawton, and found myself once more on the road to London!
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