The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 79: what you’re looking at

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62. REYNOLDS’ WORKS we have just named; his countenance wore a marble com- posure, his form was erect, his step was firm as he issued from the inner room, and there was not the slightest agita- tion of his lip nor vibration of his dark eyes to denote any feeling of uneasiness within. ‘Officer, do your duty,’’ he said, in a firm but clacial voice. “IT arrest you, my lord,” replied the inspector, ‘“‘on a charge of murder. You are Lord Clandon by title, better known as the Honourable Bertram Vivian.”’ ‘““T am he,” responded the prisoner. “ Coleman, you — will accompany me. Spare your handcuffs, sir,”’ Hie! cies turning in a dignified manner toward the police constable, who had just produced the manacles. “ It is not my pur- pose to offer the slightest resistance.” The constable was overawed by the manner in which he was thus addressed, and, at a glance from the inspector, he replaced the handcuffs i in his pocket. Lord Clandon, as we must now call Mr. Redcliffe, alias: Bertram Aaa walked forth from the room without be- stowing the slightest notice upon either the Duke of March- mont, Armytage, or Sagoonah, and descending the stairs, he entered the cab, accompanied by the inspector and the. police constable. Mr. Coleman intimated that he would follow immediately. Sagoonah likewise descended the stairs, and the inspector said to her, ‘‘ You must come on to the police office; we shall require your presence there.”’ The ayah accordingly took another cab, and repaired to Bow Street. — Mr. Coleman remained behind for a few minutes with the Duke of Marchmont and Mr. Armytage. The lawyer’s countenance was exceedingly pale, but no longer agitated; it was firm and resolute. Armytage appeared utterly over- whelmed, crushed, and spirit-broken with everything that had taken place; the Duke of Marchmont was evidently labouring under the almost stupefying sense of a horrible consternation. His.countenance was ghastly, and he gazed upon Mr. Coleman as if this gentleman were the arbiter of his doom. ‘“‘ My lord,” said the solicitor, addressing himself with a cold sternness to the duke, ‘ the event which has just occurred renders it unnecessary for your Grace to remain CORNIELIOOLKKS (E()