The Red Court Farm: A Novel (Vol. 2 of 2)Wood, Henry, Mrs.
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The Red Court Farm: A Novel (Vol. 2 of 2)
Wood, Henry, Mrs.
English fiction -- 19th century
"From what direction, witness?"
"I think from that of the Red Court Farm. It might have been from that
of the village, but I think it was the other; I am not sure either
way. You see, I had got my apron right over me, and my head bent down
on my knees, afeard of catching the face-ache, and I never heard
anything till he was on the plateau. When I saw him he was near the
Round Tower, going straight up to it, as it were; so he might have
come from either way."
"Did you recognise him?"
"No; I didn't try to. I saw it was a man, through the slit I had left
in my apron. He was going fast, but stealthily, hardly letting his
shoes touch the ground, as if he was up to no good. And I was not
sorry to see him go there, for thinks I, he'll hurry back my young
ladies."
"Witness--pay attention--were there no signs by which you could
recognise that man? How was he dressed? As a gentleman?--as a
sailor?--as a----"
"As a gentleman, for all I saw to the contrary," replied the witness,
unceremoniously interrupting the coroner's question. "If I had known
he was going on to the plateau to murder Mr. Hunter, you may be sure
I'd have looked at him sharp enough."
"For all you saw to the contrary," repeated the coroner, taking up the
words; "what do you mean by that?"
"Well, what I mean is, I suppose, that he might have been a gentleman
or he might not. The fact is, I never noticed his dress at all. I
think the clothes were dark, and I think he had leggings on--which are
worn by common people and gentlemen alike down here. The stars was
rather under a cloud at the time, and so was my temper."
"Honestly acknowledged," said the coroner. "What sized man was
he?--tall or short?"
"Very tall."
"Taller than--Mr. Cyril Thornycroft, for instance?"
"A great deal taller."
"You are sure of this?"
"I am sure and certain. Why else should I say so?"
"Go on with your evidence."
"A minute or so afterwards, as I sat with my back to the plateau and
my head in my lap, I heard a gun go off behind me."
"Did that startle you?" asked an interrupting juryman.
"No, I am not nervous. If I had known it was let off on the plateau it
might have startled me, on account of the young ladies being there;
but I thought it was only from some passing vessel."
"It is singular you should have thought so lightly of it. It is not
common to hear a gun fired on a Sunday night."
"You'd find it common enough if you lived here, sir. What with rabbit
and other game shooters, and signals from boats, it is nothing in this
neighbourhood to hear a gun go off, and it's what nobody pays any
attention to."
"Therefore you did not?"
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