The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 139: what you’re looking at

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116 REYNOLDS’ WORKS was produced, and Leachley — being a conscientious man, and determined to do his duty, no matter at what sacrifice of his own feelings and those of others — mentioned the circumstance of Lord Clandon’s ejaculation of his brother’s name the instant the fatal weapon met his eyes. The story in respect to the duchess and Bertram had already got wind throughout the entire district; and thus the coroner and jury, in their own minds, naturally beheld in those in- cidents enough to strengthen the suspicion that the duke’s younger nephew was indeed the assassin. Lord Clandon — or, as we ought now properly to style him, the Duke of Marchmont, for such indeed had his uncle’s death made him— was compelled to appear before the coroner. He entered the room where the inquest was held, with a deep sadness upon his countenance, and for the first few minutes his sobs were plainly audible. The coroner expressed for himself and the jury the grief which was experienced at enforcing his Grace’s attendance under such distressing circumstances, but they intimated that they had a duty to perform, and that it must be accom- plished. The oath being administered to the new Duke of March- mont the coroner said, “I am about to put a question which, however painful it may be, your Grace is bound to answer on the sanctity of the oath you have just taken. Does your Grace know to whom this weapon belongs? ”’ ‘Am I indeed bound to answer such a question? ”’ in- quired Hugh, and he appeared to speak with the greatest difficulty, so that all present compassionated his afflicting position. “Your Grace must answer,” said the coroner. “Then if it be so,’’ returned the Duke of Marchmont, in a scarcely audible voice, ‘‘ I do know that the dagger was the property of — of my unfor— my brother.” ‘‘ Whose Christian name is Bertram? ” said the coroner, interrogatively. The Duke of Marchmont bowed, groaned audibly, and covered his countenance with his hands. ‘“ When, my lord,” inquired the coroner, after a pause, ‘“‘ did you last see your brother? ” “‘In the evening of the day before yetaraeys ’ responded the duke, “in the village of Oaklands.” 99 Gomicbooks (E(0)