World's End: A Story in Three BooksJefferies, Richard
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World's End: A Story in Three Books
Jefferies, Richard
England -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Murder -- Fiction
Fulk’s knowledge of the circumstances under which Aymer had been
arrested was very meagre, but on the third day the _Barnham Chronicle_
came out, and Hannah got him a copy. In it was a full, almost verbatim,
account of the preliminary examination, furnished, in fact, by Mr
Broughton. Over this paper Fulk spent the greater part of the night
thinking. He shut himself up in a room at The Place on the pretence
that he had letters to write, and studied the report, line for line and
word for word. After an hour or two, his eye became irresistibly
attracted by a little paragraph in small type, evidently added at the
last moment before going to press. It was but a few lines, announcing
that the dog Dando had again disappeared from The Towers. He had been
chained up carefully as was supposed, but he had gone in the night.
This little paragraph fixed Fulk’s attention. He tried to follow the
dog’s motions. Why, when Lady Lechester fell down “The Pot,” did not
the dog return to The Towers? Why did he turn up at The Giant’s Ring,
with a limp in one leg, as if from a kick, and his back bearing marks
of a severe beating? How came that odd and peculiar whistle in the
grass—how came there to be two men in grey, one at half-past seven, the
other at half-past one? The ploughboy had heard a peculiar whistling.
By degrees the conviction forced itself into his mind that the other
than in grey—the half-past seven man—must have been no other than his
cousin Odo. All the facts answered to such a theory. A tallish man,
playing upon a tin whistle; the dog—the dog was of the very breed that
Odo had such a fancy for. The beating—doubtless the dog had been
attracted by Odo, but had refused to obey him, and had been kicked and
thrashed till he ran off, and crossed Aymer’s path. The Giant’s Ring
had actually been one of Odo’s favourite haunts before he was confined.
It was a wild and desolate spot. Fulk saw it all now clearly. Obviously
Odo was still lingering about, perhaps trying to find the whistle he
had dropped—obviously Odo had stolen the dog Dando from the The Towers
a second time. If he could find Dando, he could find Odo; and Odo
found, then Aymer’s release was a matter of time only. Fulk meditated,
and at last resolved upon his course—he would visit the haunts which he
knew Odo used to favour. But Odo was a strong and powerful man, endowed
with singular physical strength, Fulk was little, and by no means
strong. Art must conquer Nature. Fulk prepared a cord with a noose, the
use of which he had learnt years and years before in a trip to South
America. It was a lasso, in fact.
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