Van Weller. Out——
Frans. Ow!—wait—listen! Next morning he went out at five o’clock, and came home at half-past six, mortally wounded. He had a bullet in his left breast, whence I infer that he had been shot. But I cannot with certainty——
Van Weller. Silence! Who was his adversary?
Frans. That I do not know. The coachman who drove the master out, said....
Van Weller (impatiently). Well?
Frans. Said he did not know either.
Van Weller (stamps his foot). Did your master die soon after?
Frans. Yes—at half-past one that afternoon ... as near as I can guess. For, you see, as the young gentleman had fastened a frog to the pendulum of the big clock that stood in the hall——
Van Weller. To the deuce with your frogs and your clocks! Answer me—did any one come to see Bergen before his death?
Frans. Yes; three officers, one of them a major.