The Green Eyes of Bâst by Sax Rohmer
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"Not latterly, sir." "Any other servants?" "No. As a bachelor he had no use for a large establishment, and Friars' Park remains in the possession of the late Sir Burnham's widow." "Sir Burnham? Sir Marcus's uncle?" "Yes." "What living relatives had Sir Marcus?" "His aunt--Lady Burnham Coverly--with whom I believe he was on bad terms. Her own son, who ought to have inherited the title, was dead, you see. I think she felt bitterly towards my master. The only other relative I ever heard of was Mr. Eric--Sir Marcus's second cousin--now _Sir_ Eric, of course." I turned aside, glancing at some books which lay scattered on the table. The wound was a new one and I suppose I was not man enough to hide the pain which mention of Eric Coverly still occasioned me. "Were the cousins good friends?" continued the even, remorseless voice of the inquisitor. Morris looked up quickly. |
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