In his terror Marks spoke at random; the officers heard him upbraid the young man for what he had done, for making him an accomplice, as it were.
Every word that the old servant gasped out over the senseless body of his master was a link in the chain of evidence against the son.
George made no answer.
He stood like a man in a dream, dazed, almost unconscious of what was going on around him.
They raised the squire and put him in his chair again, but his eyes wandered vacantly round the room, and he kept mumbling to himself, ‘My son! It was my son!’
The shock had unhinged his reason.
CHAPTER XXXI.
IS SLIGHTLY RETROSPECTIVE.
We left Mr. Jabez Duck, a few chapters back, in anything but a comfortable situation.
When he had recovered from his astonishment at the sight of his sister, Miss Jackson, and Mrs. Turvey, he endeavoured to stammer out that he’d be back in a moment, and made for the door.
But Georgina was too quick for him.