The Evil Guest by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
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"Charles, I am glad to see you," he said, shaking him with an agitated
pressure by both hands, "Charles, this is a great calamity, and what makes it still worse, is that the murderer has escaped; it looks badly, you know." He fixed his gaze for a few moments upon his son, turned abruptly, and walked a little way into the room then, in a disconcerted manner, he added, hastily turning back-- "Not that it signifies to us, of course--but I would fain have justice satisfied." "And who is the wretch--the murderer?" inquired Charles. "Who? Why, everyone knows!--that scoundrel, Merton," answered Marston, in an irritated tone--"Merton murdered him in his bed, and fled last night; he is gone--escaped--and I suspect Sir Wynston's man of being an accessory." "Which was Sir Wynston's bedroom?" asked the young man. "The room that old Lady Mostyn had--the room with the portrait of Grace Hamilton in it." "I know--I know," said the young man, much excited. "I should wish to see it." "Stay," said Marston; "the door from the passage is bolted on the inside, and I have locked the other; here is the key, if you choose to go, but you must bring Hughes with you, and do not disturb anything; leave all as |
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