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From Whose Bourne

Creator: Barr, Robert, 1850-1912
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me?" "Yes, I have. I have news that I will exchange, but meanwhile I want some news from you." "I have none to give you," answered Brenton. "If you have not, will you undertake to answer any questions I shall ask you, and not take offence if the questions seem to be personal ones?" "Certainly," said Brenton; "I shall be glad to answer anything as long as it has a bearing on the case." "Very well, then, it has a very distinct bearing on the case. Do you remember the girl Jane Morton?" "I remember her, of course, as one of the servants in our employ. I know very little about her, though." "That is just what I wish to find out. Do you know _anything_ about her?" "No; she had been in our employ but a fortnight, I think, or perhaps it was a month. My wife attended to these details, of course. I knew the girl was there, that is all."
Beowulf

I Now Beowulf bode in the burg of the Scyldings, leader beloved, and long he ruled in fame with all folk, since his father had gone away from the world, till awoke an heir, haughty Healfdene, who held through life, sage and sturdy, the Scyldings glad. Then, one after one, there woke to him, to the chieftain of clansmen, children four: Heorogar, then Hrothgar, then Halga brave; and I heard that -- was -- 's queen, the Heathoscylfing's helpmate dear. To Hrothgar was given such glory of war, such honor of combat, that all his kin obeyed him gladly till great grew his band of youthful comrades. It came in his mind to bid his henchmen a hall uprear, a master mead-house, mightier far than ever was seen by the sons of earth, and within it, then, to old and young
The Frenchman looked very dubious as Brenton said this, while the latter rather bridled up. "You evidently do not believe me?" he cried. Once more the detective gave his customary gesture, and said-- "Ah, pardon me, you are entirely mistaken. I have this to acquaint you with. Jane Morton is the one who murdered you. She did it, she says, partly for the sake of John, whoever he is, and partly out of revenge. Now, of course, you are the only man who can give me information as to the motive. That girl certainly had a motive, and I should like to find out what the motive was." Brenton meditated for a few moments, and then suddenly brightened up. "I remember, now, an incident which happened a week of two before Christmas, which may have a bearing on the case. One night I heard--or thought I heard--a movement downstairs, when I supposed everybody had retired. I took a revolver in my hand, and went cautiously down the stairs. Of course I had no light, because, if there was a burglar, I did not wish to make myself too conspicuous a mark. As I went along the hall leading to the kitchen, I saw there was a light inside; but as soon as they heard me coming the light was put out. When I reached the kitchen, I noticed a man trying to escape through the door that led to the coalshed. I fired at him twice, and he sank to the floor with a groan. I