The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 212: what you’re looking at

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DEATH 187 of many voices down-stairs, hastily rose from his bed, and dressed himself in a different suit from that which he had worn at the time of the murder, for he naturally studied every circumstance to prove that he had actually been in bed for the last few hours. On descending to the hall, he found the servants surrounding the dog, from whose mouth the piece of cloth had dropped. Travers was there at the time, but on observing that fragment of cloth, he was smitten with a suspicion, and he rushed up to his master’s room. There he found the coat which Lord Clandon had thrown off, and while he was yet examining it, that nobleman himself entered the chamber. He saw that it would be impossible to conceal his guilt from his valet, and with a haggard, ghastly look, he said, “‘ Travers, be silent, be secret, and your fortune is made! ” Travers bowed.:in silence, but by his own looks he showed that he understood his master’s meaning, and that he might be fully relied upon. The corpse of the duke was found, and by the devilish ingenuity of Lord Clandon all circumstances were so well combined as to throw the whole weight of sus- picion upon his brother Bertram. | From these explanations the reader can be at no loss to comprehend the details of the confession made by the mur- derer on his deathbed, and which were duly taken down by Mr. Coleman in the presence of Purvis and the physician. CoOnniclooolKks (S©@)