What is there?” “Tristan. "Speak English?" boomed the voice. "We have had a sad loss, my dear Winifred," he began,—"for I must use the privilege of an old friend, and address you by that familiar name,—we have had a sad loss in the death of your lamented parent, whose memory I shall for ever revere. "You are the son of Sir Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. He seemed to be labouring under some great excitement. He further gave the name and address of the firm from whom he purchased the revolver and cartridges, a member of which firm has since corroborated his statement. You're rich. “But why,” he said in the gasping voice of one subduing an agony, and looked at her from under a pain-wrinkled brow, “why did you not tell me this before?” “I didn’t know—I thought I might be able to control myself. The worst was over now. ‘It was your son who left the place empty then?’ he asked.
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