The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 83: what you’re looking at

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66 REYNOLDS’ WORKS learned from one of the clerks that Mr. Redcliffe had been arrested on a charge of murder, and that he was none other than the Duke of Marchmont’s brother, Lord Clandon. Of this fact Mark was hitherto completely ignorant, and it filled him with as much surprise as the incident of the arrest excited his grief. He sped away to Bow Street, and as we have seen, arrived there shortly after the proceedings had commenced. To prevent any confusion, while the reader refers to some of the earlier chapters of our narrative, it may be as well to remark that during the lifetime of the Duke of March- mont, Hugh (the present duke) bore the title of Lord Clan- don, while his brother was simply the Honourable Bertram Vivian. But when the murder of the old duke gave the higher title to Hugh, Bertram as a necessary consequence became Lord Clandon, and it is thus that we shall speak of him. On being introduced into the dock, Lord Clandon lost not for an instant that self-possession, calmly though coldly dignified, which at the moment of his arrest he had worn at Mr. Coleman’s office. He bowed to the magistrate; when his solicitor entered he bestowed on him a look of friendly recognition, and when he saw Mark make his. appearance in the court, he beckoned him to the side of the dock, and bending over, whispered, ‘“‘ You will break this intelligence as delicately as possible to your mistress. But wait until you hear everything that takes place.” Sagoonah had been conducted by the police inspector to a seat just behind the witness-box, and she now looked straight forward, not once turning her eyes after the first glance toward the victim whom her vindictive jealousy had consigned to that ignominious position. She beheld Mark make his appearance, but she affected not to perceive him. Her features were rigid, and dusky though her com- plexion was, yet a visible paleness, cold and deathlike, sat upon her countenance. The inspector entered the witness-box, and was sworn. He then addressed the magistrate as follows: ‘‘'Your worship is aware that about nineteen years ago the Duke of Marchmont of that day was found murdered at a short distance from Oaklands, his country-seat in Hamp- shire. A coroner’s inquest pronounced a verdict of ‘ Wilful CORNIELNOOLKKS (E()